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Find someone who looks at you, the way Scottie looks at Harvey!

Harvey×Scottie parallel to Batman×Catwoman | Scarvey is literally batcat coded! (Credits to melley)

Right after we crushed the bar (S3E10 Scarvey flashback moments)

**Harvard, 1997 – The Day of the Bar Exam** Harvey Specter leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms behind his head. The dim Harvard dorm light flickered slightly, casting a soft glow over the room littered with outlines, casebooks, and half-eaten takeout boxes. Across from him, **Scottie** sat cross-legged on his bed, flipping through a thick **New York Bar Exam review book** with an air of focus that only she could maintain at 3 AM. “You know,” Harvey smirked, tossing a stress ball in the air, “I don’t think I’ve studied this much for anything in my life.” Scottie **arched an eyebrow**, eyes still scanning the page. “That explains why I’m the one keeping you from bombing this thing.” Harvey scoffed. “Please, I’ve carried our study sessions.” Scottie finally looked up, amusement flickering in her eyes. “Oh really? Who’s the one who explained the Rule Against Perpetuities to you without you throwing a book across the room?” “First of all, that rule is dumb. Second, I would’ve figured it out eventually.” Scottie smirked, flipping a page. “Sure, Specter. And pigs might pass the bar before you do.” Harvey rolled his eyes but **grinned**. Their entire law school experience had been like this—a back-and-forth rhythm of **competition, sarcasm, and undeniable chemistry**. #### **Exam Day – Morning** The sun had barely risen when they stepped outside, dressed sharply but with an underlying **nervous energy** neither would admit to. Harvey held two **large coffees**—one black for him, one with a splash of milk for Scottie. She took it with a nod. “You’re learning.” “Don’t get used to it.” They walked toward the exam hall, surrounded by hundreds of other **soon-to-be lawyers** who all looked equally stressed. As they reached the entrance, Scottie turned to Harvey, suddenly serious. “We got this, right?” Harvey didn’t hesitate. “Hell yeah, we do.” She gave him a rare, genuine smile before nudging his arm. “If you don’t, I’m never letting you forget it.” #### **Post-Exam Celebration** Hours later, they **walked out**, exhaustion clashing with relief. Harvey loosened his tie while Scottie ran a hand through her hair. “That was brutal,” she exhaled. Harvey smirked. “I blacked out somewhere around the essay questions. Pretty sure I invented a new precedent.” Scottie **laughed**, her first real laugh of the day. “We crushed it.” “You mean *I* crushed it.” “Harvey, you used to think ‘Mens Rea’ was a fancy Italian dish.” Harvey scoffed. “Lies. Also, speaking of food, I say we celebrate with a meal. **Homemade.**” Scottie **blinked**. “You? Cook?” “I’ll have you know I’m a man of many talents.” Scottie smirked. “Fine. But if it sucks, you’re never hearing the end of it.” Harvey held the door open for her, flashing his signature grin. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.” And that night, in a tiny Boston apartment, **Harvey Specter and Dana Scott made their first meal together**, still high on the rush of crushing the Bar Exam.