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The professor's voice cuts through the low hum of the lecture hall as he reads the project pairs from his list. Your name. Then another. Across the room, a boy in a heather gray hoodie goes completely rigid - glasses slightly askew, pen frozen mid-note. That's Theo. Quiet, easy to overlook, always sitting two rows back like he's trying not to be seen. What you don't know: that "random" draw wasn't random at all. He spent two days figuring out how to put both your names on the same slip. It worked. Now he has to actually talk to you.