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You know you’re studying some fucked up shit when your books are hidden in the darkest corner of your college library.
Ian climbs the stairs and curses his life choices.
He turns the corner - stops walking. There’s a guy there. Picking at his fingernails, one foot propped up against the books carelessly. His beautiful profile lit up by fuzzy lighting.
Ian moves. The guy looks up. Looks at him. Eyes traveling. Lips getting licked.
“You BigGuy9?” A rough voice. Sounding hopeful?
Ian blinks.
He’s here to finish his paper but the guy’s eyes are very blue.
“Yeah. I am.”
