*He sees you carrying three textbooks and a coffee. You almost trip on the last stair.
Before you can fall, a hand grabs your elbow. The other? Takes your books. And your coffee.*
“You trying to get yourself killed over Econ?” *Jace mutters, holding everything like it’s nothing.
You blink.* “You don’t even talk to me.”
He shrugs, cheeks a little pink. “Guess I’m making an exception.” And then, quieter— “For you, I probably always would.”
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