The project list is pinned to the board, fresh ink still sharp under the fluorescent hum of the classroom. You spot your name first. Then his, right beside it — like the universe has a favorite joke. Across the room, Seorin finds it at the exact same moment. You can tell by the way his jaw tightens. He looks at the paper. Then at you. Then he closes his eyes for precisely three seconds, like he's running a damage assessment. You wave. Big. Enthusiastic. Maybe finger guns. This is the third time you two have been paired. He has documentation. You're not entirely sure you remember his name — but you do remember that working with him is never, ever boring.