**Summary:** It’s reunion season at Eden College. Aziraphale and Crowley didn’t exactly get along back in school, but when a logistical issue forces them to share a room for the long weekend, they discover how much people can change over the course of twenty years. Including themselves.

A college reunion AU with fluff, drama, skinny dipping, and love.

Story warnings: past homophobia and biphobia, non-graphic smut

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**Excerpt:**

The group wound its way across open greens and through flower-flanked pathways, past one of the quads where the old academic buildings rose high above them, imposing as ever. The campus had always reminded Aziraphale of a certain magical school that shall not be named.

“And up ahead we have one of the newest additions to campus,” Muriel called out to the group, “the Frances M. Eastgate Library!”

Aziraphale looked up sharply.

“The library was completed in 2005,” they continued, “funded by a bequeathment from the Eastgate family.”

Maggie squeezed his hand. “You ok?” she whispered.

“I’m fine.” He almost meant it.

Aziraphale remembered the building under construction during his senior year. He’d never seen it completed, and now he hated the damn thing. A gaudy façade, like an AI generated idea of what a library should be. The concrete that was poured to look like carved marble was already showing cracks from the weight of the years, and he grinned a little at that.

They soon passed it by, and took a path that ran around the edge of the lake. Up ahead was a levelled-out patch of ground, the beginnings of scaffolding and gravel piles marking a construction site.

“Here we have the future site of our new music centre,” Muriel said. “It’s accompanied by a new scholarship programme for musical studies, funded by a very generous alumni donation.”

“That’s Crowley’s scholarship,” Aziraphale told Maggie.

“He’s definitely got the money for it,” she said.

Aziraphale rolled his eyes. “I suppose he’ll have them name it the Crowley Centre. Must be good for his *brand*.”

Just then his mobile began to buzz in his pocket. He pulled it out and his stomach dropped at the caller ID.

“I should get this,” he said to Maggie. “I’ll catch up with you at dinner.”

“Everything all right?”

“We’ll see. Go on, I’m fine,” Aziraphale assured her, and she nodded. He stepped off the path and waited for the group to move on, then reluctantly swiped open the call.



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