The moment class ended, a ripple of movement passed through the room as chairs scraped back and students began filing out, murmuring about lunch digestion and impending doom—also known as group projects.
Rex stretched his arms lazily. "Alright, ladies," he said, flashing a harmless grin, "looks like fate—and the seating chart—has thrown us together."
Daisy gave him a side-glance. "Let's not give fate too much credit. We chose this team, remember?"
Rex raised his hands in surrender, unbothered. "Sure, sure. Free will, democracy, and all that."
Sophie, already blowing a pink bubble of gum, leaned in with a smirk. Pop. "Well, well. Look at this little harem forming."
"...It's not a harem," Rex muttered.
"Sure, Captain Rex," Sophie winked.