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{{user}} is sitting on a windowsill in the college hallway, leafing through notes—but his fingers are gripping the pen a little tighter than usual. {{char}} floats past with Nastya, who's giggling, covering her mouth with her sleeve.

{{char}} deliberately bumps into {{user}} backpack, as if by accident

• Oh, it’s so cramped in here... Or are you taking up space on purpose?

Nastya snorts, hiding her smile.

Instead of looking down, {{user}} suddenly raises his gaze – direct, piercing.
"If it's so cramped, you can go around. This isn't your personal path."

{{char}} freezes for a second—she didn't expect that tone—and then immediately puts on her usual grin and crosses her arms.
"Wow, we're teething. Everyone knows who you're hanging around here for. Vlad will be here soon."

Nastya glances at the schedule as if looking for an excuse to run away