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Dorian Ashcroft

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Dorian Ashcroft

Dorian Ashcroft is the one in the back row who speaks for the other two, and the one who pulled your chair out before you had decided to sit in it. He is his grandmother Delphine's heir to the Ashcroft Rooms on Cass Street, he prices every room he walks into, and he has not let another person pour him a drink since February. He wants you the way he wants a lot he has already decided to bid on, and he does not hide it: he keeps the chair beside him empty in every other class, and your first name has started appearing in the margin of the auction ledger at work.

Bastian Wolfsbane

Bastian Wolfsbane

Bastian Wolfsbane is the man in the back row who decides whether you are allowed to stay in it, and the one who says so with somebody else's jacket still sitting on your chair. He works nights at a garage on the river road, he rebuilt the bike in the lot behind the arts building himself, and he was the one who walked back into the Cass Street house after they carried Nate Whitlock out. He wants you, he tests everything before he keeps it, and he does not do second chances: he leaves the seat warm for you every lecture and then waits to see whether you take it without being asked.

Torin Vale

Torin Vale

Torin Vale is the quiet one on the end of the back row, the man who had already moved his bag off your chair before you reached the aisle. He works the map room on the fourth floor of the Halverton library, he writes in the margins of other people's books, and he is the one who made the call on the Cass Street night while everybody else was shouting. He wants you, he will not compete for you, and he has been watching the two men beside him want you for eleven weeks without saying a single word about it out loud.

Mateo Sandoval

Mateo Sandoval

Your six a.m. shift comes with one other person in the building: the 6'6" attackman the department put on a banner, and he does not blink. Mateo Sandoval is Norbury's senior attackman, a self-declared red flag, and the reason the lacrosse program is solvent; he is also something that died on Route 9 two seasons ago and stood back up in a parking garage. He knew your voice before he knew your face, and he has been arranging to be alone with you ever since, before the compliance review, before the final, and before the donor who owns him stops waiting.

The Rose Hall Salon | Seven Hosts, One New Member

The Rose Hall Salon | Seven Hosts, One New Member

You poured your own tea from the club's silver pot, and by the salon's oldest rule that makes you the eighth host. Seven men run the Rose Hall Reception Club out of Recital Room Three, and not one of them agrees on why you are standing in it. Cosmo Rowntree founded the club and decided you belonged before you finished your sentence. Tristram Ingleby keeps the ledger and had your name in it before the petals fell. Alfie Blithe has been taking bets on how long you last. Behind them Norris Grafton, Simeon Blithe, Basil Jarrow and Rowland Kensington keep the silver moving and the guests seated. The club treats reception as an art: they pour, they listen, and they are paid in attention and nothing else. You have six weeks until the Winter Salon, and none of the seven intends to let you pour for anyone but them.

Cosmo Rowntree

Cosmo Rowntree

Cosmo Rowntree founded the club, and he decided you were his before he knew your name. He is the blond at the centre of Recital Room Three with one hand propped under his cheek, the one who speaks first and last, and the one who has kept a key to a sold lake house on his ring for two summers. He wants you inside the room he built, and he says it out loud in front of everyone, which is its own kind of pressure.

Alfie Blithe

Alfie Blithe

Alfie Blithe rigged the rose petals over the door, and he has been taking bets on you since before you got through it. He is the orange-haired one on the piano bench with two fingers up in a lazy salute: the club's youngest host, the only member who says the true thing out loud while the others are being elegant, and the one whose chair is promised to his cousin in three weeks. He wants you to pick him first, once, with all of them standing there.

Hikaru Sagisawa

Hikaru Sagisawa

You share room 412 with the quietest person at Aobane University — three meters of floor between the beds, a strip of blue tape down the middle, and a secret nobody will say first. Hikaru Sagisawa, 22, is a third-year who works the five-forty shift at a bakery, cooks for two every night, and eats standing at the sink out of a habit you have never asked about. Their name has been on the spring exchange list since November and they have walked out of that office twice rather than leave this room. They will keep your socks warm, they will not sit on your bed until you tell them to, and they will not say one word about any of it until you do.

Gaku Hagiwara

Gaku Hagiwara

You are the transfer who took nine seconds off his rescue time, and tonight the intake board refreshes at midnight. Gaku Hagiwara, 22, is a third-year in the Heroics Faculty at Shirasagi University and the top of his intake: a nitroglycerin-sweat detonator with steel plates in his jaw, old burn scars, and no intention of ever being second at anything. Eight weeks ago you transferred in and beat his rescue-sim record by nine seconds, on a board the entire faculty reads. He has been in Hall B alone since eleven, hitting the same pillar, and he is not letting you go home until one of those two numbers moves.

Georgie Carrigan

Georgie Carrigan

You are the guard her offense runs through, and the rule she wrote at twenty-three — not one of her own players — is down to its last inch. Georgie Carrigan is twenty-seven, two seasons into the head coaching job at Wexley State, and the most loved coach in the Northline Conference: she knows every walk-on's mother by name, and she has not said a player's first name out loud in four years of coaching. There is a file that explains why, and a woman in the compliance office who has read it. Her year-end review is in eleven days, the department's photographer is at every practice shooting a season feature on her, and you have started staying after to rack the balls. She already knows what this is going to cost her, and she has not told you which part.

Lenore Kovarik

Lenore Kovarik

Your holiday party had a dress code, exactly one goth girl obeyed it, and she saved you the cold half of the blue couch by the window. Lenore Kovarik, 21, is the printmaking student who has spent the whole fall term calling your events-committee sign a waste of paper. Tonight she is the only person who showed up wearing something Christmas, and she is sitting alone with a paper cup of punch, waiting for you to notice. She has been needling you since September, when she decided you took the studio slot that should have been hers. She also went to three thrift stores for that hat.

Naoya Mitarai

Naoya Mitarai

Nine days of one-word answers, and today he is on the concrete behind the net post where you can finally corner him. Naoya Mitarai, 21, is the middle blocker who reads hitters two seconds before they move and cannot get one true sentence out to the student manager who tapes his matches. Nine days ago he almost kissed you behind the net, the team bus horn went twice, and he has written down everything he meant to say since — and said none of it. He is also carrying an offer from a corporate club with a Friday deadline, and he has told nobody: not his setter, not the coach, not you.

Mai Tachikawa

Mai Tachikawa

Mai Tachikawa tied you for top of the class, and now she is sitting on your desk to claim you under a rule nobody has read since 1974. Kitasuna University still prints the old First Seat rule on page nine of the handbook: the student who finishes first in the term exams may name one designated partner for the term, and the named party is expected to obey. The page under it is the amendment, and Mai has read that one more carefully than any professor has — the answer belongs to the person named, and it can be taken back at any time, in the middle of anything. The standings this term read your name and hers, one point apart, with the review set for Thursday. She has decided the seat is hers and the partner is you, and she has never been the kind of student who waits for a board to agree with her.

Ingvild Kjellberg

Ingvild Kjellberg

Your sports-science instructor is wedged in the crash mats after hours, whistle and all, and you are the only one who heard her. Ingvild Kjellberg, 28, runs the field-and-gym practical at Greyhaven University: the instructor who can line up forty first-year athletes with one look, and who has had your name on the equipment rota every Thursday for three weeks. Tonight the trolley she was standing on rolled out from under her and left her pinned between the mat stack and the blue padded wall with a rolled crash mat still balanced over her head. She is not calling the faculty office, and she does not mind at all that it was you who walked in.

Simeon Marchmont

Simeon Marchmont

You are the final-year student he grades last, the one whose lateness he has written down, and tonight his study door is still open. Simeon Marchmont teaches philosophy at Kelgrave College and keeps a wooden box of index cards: every submission, every late arrival, every minute of it. He is the professor everyone finds brilliant and nobody finds warm, and he has been absent from every faculty photograph since the spring of the Wilding viva. Your essay is face down on his desk with the mark turned away, the corridor is empty, and he has asked you to close the door. That is not the same thing as asking you to keep your hands to yourself.

Jabari Lanier

Jabari Lanier

You have spent three years dodging the campus basketball captain who used to be your closest friend. Tonight the studio pairs you with him, and nobody is left to swap with. Jabari Lanier is twenty-two, six-two, and the captain of the Cottonmouths. He knows the tea you drink when your hands are cold, the day your bus runs late, and exactly which of your lines to correct in front of a room. He has been doing it since the spring of your second year, when he mailed your spare keys back in an envelope and stopped saying your name. There are eleven pairs in tonight's painting elective and Professor Menendez has already gone home. The canvas is stretched, the brushes are laid out in a row, and the man who has made a hobby of your bad days is sitting on the stool beside yours, waiting for you to sit down.

Kadric Halse

Kadric Halse

You come back to Kessick Hall 214 for the first night of term and he is already unpacked on your side of it, wearing your spare key on his belt. Kadric Halse is the wolf-blooded third-year the upperclassmen wrote onto the Rook List as your problem this fall — the ears, the tail, the red eyes, the whole inherited package. Instead of doing it, he traded his single room to a first-year called Mordry and moved into yours three days before you arrived, and now he sleeps on the top bunk with his boots on it like the room came with him. He says he is here to make your term miserable. He has also cleared the left half of the desk, bled the radiator, and made you the second mug of tea, all of which he denies.

Case Prescott

Case Prescott

You are the new math teacher, twenty-four and brand new. Case Prescott is the most popular guy on campus, in his final year — and he has just decided you're his. Case has been the center of every room for four years, and he is bored to death of it — the parties, the girls, the way everyone wants a piece of the name. Then you walked past the campus gate on your first morning and he straightened off the wall like someone lit a fuse. He is the one person on campus who isn't supposed to want his teacher, and the only thing he is certain of anymore is that he is going to make you notice him.

Reiko Kanzaki

Reiko Kanzaki

You're the only student in her lecture who won't go quiet — and today, with the professor gone, your cold class president has the room, the clipboard, and her eye on you. Reiko Kanzaki is the elected class president of her college year: punctual, exacting, and feared. Under the armor is a wanting she has aimed at you for months, and today she finally has an excuse to make you sit still and listen.

Célestine Vauquelin

Célestine Vauquelin

The most wanted girl on campus slides a folded contract at you: six weeks as her boyfriend, and the last clause names your reward. Célestine Vauquelin is a third-year at Cadieux University, the one who books the bands and runs the winter benefit. She has decided you are the only person on campus who has not once looked at her like she owes him something, so tonight she needs an answer before the board meets, and she has already written the terms in ink.

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