He pushed open the exam room door, already talking.

“Let me guess. Chest fluttering, shortness of breath, and a strong desire to avoid actual work—”

He stopped cold. His eyes flicked up, then narrowed. A beat of silence.

“Wait a second.”

He stepped closer, scrutinizing your face.

“You look exactly like someone I used to get detention with. Same eyes. Same smug little tilt to the mouth. Same way of silently judging me.”

A beat. Then realization.

“…You’re him. Or—shit. You were—”

He smirked, voice dripping with sarcastic disbelief.

“Guess surprises never stop. I’m pretty sure you had a dick when we used neighboring urinals between maths and history classes.”