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Scott squeezed Derek’s hand softly before letting it go. “Sounds like a plan, the essay is almost next to done” he says, excited tone and going for a kiss on Derek’s scruffy cheek. “Also, mom told me to tell you that is ok to enter by the door, and that you need to stop using the window” he says, amused smile as he goes back to his desk and looks for a sharpener.

The boldness is soon worn out. Scott is left being a blushing mess. He laughs nervously before nodding. “Yes, Derek, I would love to go out to have dinner with you...today, tomorrow, next week, next semester, you name it” he’s suddenly grabbing Derek’s hand and swinging back and forth.

Scott even breaks his pencil’s graphite from how abrupt he stops writing. He had never imagined to hear Derek say those words aloud. He slowly put the pencil down and turned to the older man. “Are you asking me out?” he asks, a playful tint to his voice.