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Demetrius pulled the table closer to Osvaldo and took a seat. Osvaldo was half-asleep, having long declared his preference for solitude. Upon hearing movement, he was ready to ask the person beside him to move. But upon realizing it was Demetrius, he fell silent, shooting a surprised glance at Finlay.

"How did he end up here?"

People like Finlay could negotiate seat changes, but Osvaldo couldn't. Finlay abandoned the idea and gazed at Demetrius, his smile warm. "I switched classes. Demetrius, we're back together."

It sounded as if Finlay and Demetrius were close, as if Finlay had intentionally switched classes to be with him. Demetrius, without a word, lent his well-organized notes to a classmate.

"He's as annoying as a fly. Demetrius can't be bothered with him," someone rolled their eyes and commented.

Finlay looked at the speaker, his smile unwavering, but his gaze made the person uncomfortable.

It was only when the person looked away voluntarily that Finlay turned to Demetrius
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