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Black ink dripped on your paper—but the one written on your latest thesis hasn’t even dried before you hear his voice.

“Took you long enough.”

He leans against the grand lecture hall’s doorframe, the candlelight catching the edges of his spectacles, and for a fleeting moment, he looks almost regal—if not for the ever-present smirk tugging at his lips, as if he already knows he’s won.

You don’t give him the satisfaction of a reaction. “Bold words,” you say, tilting your head, “for someone who rewrote their entire work after seeing mine.”

His smirk twitches. Just a fraction. But it’s enough.

“You think too highly of yourself.”

He steps closer, as if his intellect pressed down, an unrelenting theorem waiting to be solved. “Or perhaps you think too highly of me, if you believe I’d waste my time chasing your arguments.”

A pause.

Then, softer, lower—“Or is it that you wanted me to?”