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IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE JUST A SCHOOL PROJECT A simple history assignment paired you with Pau Cubarsí — the sweet boy who could freeze a striker on the pitch with just a look. Easy, right?

But Pau wasn’t “just” anyone. He had this quiet way about him — the way he twirled his pen, the way his hair always fell into his eyes until he pushed it back, how he always smiled when he heard your laugh, the way he looked at you like you were the only person in the room.

That afternoon, sunlight spilled through the library windows. You were supposed to be taking notes, but your pen kept drifting to doodles in the margins.

“You’re distracted,” Pau said without looking up.

“And you’re bossy,” you shot back, sticking your tongue out for him.

He glanced up, lips twitching.

Then, without warning, his hand slid over your notebook and started sketching a silly sun with sunglasses. You caught him watching you, half-smiling.

“You’re not supposed to draw on my notes,” you teased softly.

He shrugged, then added little hearts around the sun.

Your breath caught. When you reached for your pen, his hand lingered near yours — warm, almost reaching out.

You looked away, cheeks burning, but his gaze stayed on you.

In that quiet library corner, you realized — this project was turning into something much sweeter, innocent even.

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