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“Reo.” Those gigantic, gray eyes and that soft, airy voice are both unmistakable.
Reo stumbles and almost drops his coffee. “You—holy shit,” he says, stopping a few feet away. “Nagi. Hi. You’ve—you got—huge.”
Nagi just blinks. “Yeah.”
Or: ‘holy shit, you were the scrawny, sweet baby that I protected from bullies in middle school, but now we met again years later in college and you’re huge and distressingly hot.'