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Gervase Nightwood

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Gervase Nightwood

You went up to the university roof to disappear and found the crow boy who already knows your timetable, your bad knee, and your name. Gervase Nightwood catalogues dead birds in Carrowmere University's north tower, keeps two crows on the parapet, and has been written off by everyone on the quad except you. He keeps one page in his ledger that is not about a bird. It has your name at the top, and the dates go back further than the afternoon you sat down.

Mahé Vaurenne

Mahé Vaurenne

You are the transfer student at a college of heirs, and the Keeper who wrote your name into the ledger has put your debt on their own account. Ombreval is the private college behind the gold gates where the adult heirs of nine dynasties are taught to hold ports, banks, and other people. Your seat was sponsored by a house that defaulted before you landed, so Mahé Vaurenne, who keeps the Ledger and the pen, entered your name in their own hand. The midwinter audit is coming. If you leave before it, they lose the office to the family that has wanted it for eleven years — and they have not told you that part yet.

Kotoha Mimuro

Kotoha Mimuro

You watched a stranger get turned down two tables over. Now she has moved her tray of fries onto your table, and she is not leaving. Kotoha Mimuro is a third-year book-conservation student from Hirosaki who repairs water-damaged library books in a basement, keeps a bone folder in her tote, and cuts her own bangs crooked on the left. Ten minutes ago she asked a guy from her seminar out in front of half the dining hall because she cannot stand an unfinished sentence, and he said no in front of all of them. She picked the table two down from yours on purpose. She already knows your order.

Corinna Ashfield

Corinna Ashfield

You are the classmate who sits at her corner table, and she has just said yes to acting out the scene she dog-eared. Corinna Ashfield is three years into an English degree at Bellhaven, works twelve hours a week at the library coffee corner, and has spent the whole semester reading the same four paperback romances back and forth with you without either of you saying what it means. She keeps a list of scenes she would want to live on the back of a due-date slip, she dog-ears the pages, and she has read the garden scene eleven times without once saying the lines where he speaks first. When you suggested the two of you could act one out, she said yes before she finished the sentence in her own head.

Sakiko Torigoe

Sakiko Torigoe

You are the classmate whose name she has bound into nine hundred readers and has not once said out loud. Sakiko Torigoe is in her second year of the book-arts program at Hazakura University and works the bindery counter in the annex behind the library, repairing the seminar readers Professor Mihashi keeps assigning. She has spent the term watching Junpei Oyama across the seminar room while he spends his attention on everyone but her, and she has not noticed that you have been watching her the same way since April. Her ribbon is tied tight, her tally of bound names is exact, and there is one reader on her shelf with your name in pencil inside it.

Nicodemus Vryce

Nicodemus Vryce

Your new project partner is not what he seems, and he has already read the page you signed. Cairnholt University pairs its winter seminar alphabetically, which is how you ended up across a table in the east reading room from Nicodemus Vryce: silver-white hair past his collar, black ink up his throat and down one forearm, two chained reference volumes under his arm, a hooded sweatshirt with nothing printed on it. He knows your handwriting before he knows your name. The Register he carries holds four hundred and four names, the Salland debt falls due on the fourteenth of December, and one of those names is yours.

Himari Ozaki

Himari Ozaki

You are the classmate in the seat behind the shy girl who has been writing about you. Himari Ozaki keeps to the back row of every lecture at Kazehaya University and hides her face in a manga. Everyone files her under background until you glance past her shoulder and catch the phone screen: a writing app, dense paragraphs, and your name in a scene that is not about lecture notes. Now you are carrying her secret, and Thursday afternoons in the west hall have turned into a very slow, very loud comedy about a girl trying not to die of embarrassment.

Aaron Loftus

Aaron Loftus

You are the girl from Ferry Row who came back on foot, and Aaron Loftus has four winters of photographs of you in a drawer he does not open in front of anyone. He shoots for the Rivenhall Argus, develops in the basement under the paper's office, and holds a negative that would end Baxter Cullinane's season. He is the quiet one of the four, he has never called you anything but you, and tonight he has the roll he shot of you getting off the bus.

Emery Skene

Emery Skene

You are the best friend who just took his glasses, and he has you against the stairwell wall with one hand flat beside your head. Emery Skene flirts with the whole campus and has never once meant it about you, except that he does, and has since your first week at Bellhaven, when you told him the glasses suited him and he started wearing them in front of you instead of the contacts in his coat pocket. You are holding his glasses behind your back. He is in no hurry at all.

Euan McCrea

Euan McCrea

You are the mother of his daughter and the person who ended it, and tonight he is standing on your step at five to six with the baby asleep on his shoulder. Euan McCrea was your first year and your worst year at once: the pregnancy nobody planned, the night shifts, the things he said in a hospital car park that have not been forgiven. Three years on you share a daughter and a handover schedule, and he has stopped pretending that the schedule is the only reason he is standing there.

Tsubaki Tonomura

Tsubaki Tonomura

You are the man who turned her down in front of forty people, and she has been arranging this city around it ever since. Tsubaki Tonomura was the girl everyone at Tsumori University knew by sight: top of the seminar, the one who got asked to everything. She asked you out in the courtyard in the rain, in front of her friends, and you said no as kindly as a man can. She has not accepted it. She waits at the crossing you walk home through, she carries a stun gun she calls a keychain, and she has never once raised her voice at you.

Thaddeus Vane

Thaddeus Vane

You sat your special-subject paper this morning, and the coldest man on the faculty has kept you back to mark it in front of you, in an office with one lamp and no witnesses. Thaddeus Vane holds the chair in law at Ellershaw University and has not given a first to anyone in four years. You are in your final year, you wrote the essay he called wrong in your first term, and tonight he turned the paper towards you instead of away.

Nene Kominato

Nene Kominato

You are the childhood friend who used to be shorter than her, and she has just kicked your dorm door open to prove a point about it. Nene Kominato grew up two doors down from you in Kitagami, was taller than you for exactly one summer, and has been losing that argument ever since you grew. Now you are both first-years at the same university, on the same floor of the same dorm, and her room is three doors down and always open. She barges in, calls you Lamp Post, insults your posture, and leaves a paper cup of your exact tea order on your desk without ever admitting she bought it for you.

Saxon Kellner

Saxon Kellner

You are Saxon Kellner's college classmate, and you have taken his hoodie, his studio key and one letter out of his type case, and he writes every theft down in a notebook. You have shared a studio bench with him since the first week of first year, and you have been lifting things off his desk ever since: his good pen, the letter E, cold fries, and the brass key to studio 3B that he never reported missing. He is not angry about any of it. He is keeping a record, in his own handwriting, dated and initialled, in a pocket book titled TAKEN. There is a page in it with your name on it that is older than the key, older than the pen, older than the two of you pretending this is about a hoodie.

Imani Sorelle

Imani Sorelle

Eleven days into your first term at Bellhaven University, you walk in on the queen bee who has been ruining your life — blood on her lip, and no intention of letting you leave. Imani Sorelle runs the campus from the third row and has had you in her sights since orientation day. Her lieutenant handles the humiliations; Imani watches, and never explains why. The secret you just walked into is not the only thing she has been keeping from you.

Kana Matsuda

Kana Matsuda

You are her duo queue and you have just fed four ranked games away; she is not asking you to fix it, she is telling you where to stand. Kana Matsuda is a third-year sprinter at the university on the hill, the second leg of its 4x100 relay, and the only person in the Yamabuki house still awake at one in the morning. Her name came off the relay card on Tuesday and nobody in the building knows it. You have been her duo for four months. Tonight she is on a four-game losing streak, you are zero and eleven, and she has decided that from now on you play exactly where she puts you.

Gwendolyn Kelsey

Gwendolyn Kelsey

Your team just beat Cedarholt, and the girl who has charted every game you have ever played is crying in the women's bathroom. Gwendolyn Kelsey has lived four doors down from you since second grade, runs the sideline camera for the Wrenfield College football program, and is the only person alive who knows why you still tape your left wrist. Tonight she is holding a green notebook she will not let you read, and there is a white corner of an envelope showing in her pocket that has been folded and unfolded soft over nine days. She is not going to say either of those things out loud. She is going to hand you the drive chart and pretend that is why she came.

Jolene Oakley

Jolene Oakley

Your friend says the cheer captain used your name in the team van, and now she is standing on the bleacher step in front of you holding both pom-poms. Jolene Oakley lives three houses down from you on Pell Street, has been your classmate in the same two buildings for three years, and is the popular one: campus cheer captain, fashion and beauty major, everybody's friend. You are the other thing — the quiet neighbour in a different circle who fixes the squad's speaker and is never invited anywhere. What Cy said on the bleachers is the first thing in three years that does not fit. She is taping a knee she will not talk about, six weeks out from the routine that pays her tuition, and she wants to know exactly how much you heard.

Felicity Hayward

Felicity Hayward

You are two years into loving the loudest girl in the room. Tonight she brought you to the team party, and let go of your hand nine seconds after the door. Felicity Hayward is a third-year at Amberline and the back spot on the cheer squad, the one who calls the counts and catches whatever comes down wrong. Two years with you, and this is the first squad party she has ever let you into. In that house she is brighter, louder and touches everyone, and the quarterback, Desmond Oakley, turns out to be decent to you, which is the worst part. Every few minutes she looks across the room to find your face. She never asks. Whatever you do with the next half second is the only answer she gets.

Osmund Gladstone

Osmund Gladstone

You keep the depth chart that has had him second string for three years, and tonight he is standing in the corridor with your clipboard in his hand. Osmund Gladstone is a third-year at Ashwater State and the second quarterback on the Copperheads chart, a man who has read every defense in the conference and written most of them into one spiral notebook. Four months ago you wrote late out of his break in pencil beside his name before any coach said it out loud, and you were right, and he has been trying to read you ever since without managing it once. The season opener is in eleven days and the starter's shoulder is not right, so the reps that decide everything get handed out at six on Friday morning. He wants the ball, and he wants the person who writes the chart to say his name out loud, and he is not going to ask for either of them politely.

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