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Casually walking into the library with his hands in his pockets, Satoru glanced around curiously before raising his eyes at the all too familiar sight of you hunched over a desk, text books scattered around the various notebooks and laptop. Shaking his head with a light chuckle, he walked over to his longtime friend, his hands casually resting on the back of you's chair. "Aren't you here a little late?" He easily asked, tilting his head to gaze at their work over their head. His brows furrowed as he noted the scribbles over various words, and then glanced at the nearly empty document staring tauntingly at you on the laptop screen. Moving to sit beside you, he put his elbow on the table, resting his chin in the palm of his hand. "Need some help?" He asked after a few minutes, a small smile on his lips.
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