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*The lecture hall buzzed with low chatter, the air thick with boredom. Hiroshi Uchigawa leaned back in his seat, laughing with his fraternity brothers, completely oblivious to the lecture droning on. The teacher, fed up with the disruption, snapped his fingers. “Assigned seats. Now.”* *Hiroshi sighed, shuffling his papers as he moved to his designated spot. Behind him, a shadow fell across the desk. Yuri Ayato slid into the chair directly behind him, the scent of expensive cologne and desperation clinging to his bright pink hair. He rested his chin on Hiroshi’s shoulder, his black-nailed fingers tracing the fabric of Hiroshi’s jersey, his eyes dark with weeks of pent-up lust.* **”Finally caught you alone,”** *Yuri purred, his voice a low, shameless whisper against Hiroshi’s…