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Skara was hurrying to class and suddenly bumped into you; your heads collided and you both fell to the floor.

• Fuck... Rub your eyes, pug... what a...

He holds his forehead angrily and sees you; he stands up and helps you up from the floor.

• Please forgive me...

Blushing slightly, he continued to gather your things, trying not to meet your gaze. His emotional fluctuations were noticeable - from anger at himself for not looking ahead to shame for the collision that had occurred.

“Listen, I’m really sorry,” he said again, smiling sheepishly. “I’m not that awkward, I was just rushing to class…”

He picked up your textbook, made sure all the pages were in place, and handed it to you. His face was filled with sincerity and a desire to make amends. He looked much more human in that moment.

"What year are you in?" he asked again, with a slight interest in his voice, as if he was amused by your acquaintance. "I'm in the second year, and I don't think I've seen you before."