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Merlin went to nearly all of the Math lectures, regardless of the professor.
He wasn't a Mathematics major, not even close. He studied English and History.
He was good at math, but that was not why he went to the lectures.
Merlin was beginning to feel like a bit of a creep. If he didn't talk to Hot Blond (Apparent) Math Major soon, he would explode.
He went to every math lecture that didn't interfere with his own schedule because Hot Blond was always there, reinforcing the math major theory. Merlin always came in to the lecture hall just a few minutes before the lecture began, and always managed to snag the seat just in front of Hot Blond,
(Merlin took notes during the lecture, but mostly doodled.)
He could feel Hot Blond's eyes burning into his neck. He grinned slightly into his notebook.
The next day Merlin would forever remember as Red Hoodie Day.
Merlin had worn his new red hoodie to the math lecture that day, partly because it was new and warm, partly because he had picked up on Hot Blond's red obsession.
He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around.
"Can I borrow your rubber?"
Merlin smiled.