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Assignment

The next day, Y/n was walking through the corridor, eyes on her phone reading something important. She didn't look up; her way was cleared by students due to rumors or stuff, and Y/n doesn't pay attention. 

Just then something—someone—just hit Y/n's chest, making her stumble back, and as if to her muscle memory, she grabbed the waist of the person who bumped into her. 

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