The library was quiet, with only the soft rustling of books and the occasional sound of a broom brushing against the floor. It was your turn for Toban Katsudo.

Kazuma’s strong hands moved effortlessly as he wiped down the shelves in the library. He glanced over at you, watching as you struggled to reach a higher section. Without saying a word, he moved behind you, his tall frame effortlessly taking the rag from your hand and reaching up to finish the spot you were working on.

“I’ve got this,” he said, his deep voice calm and steady.

Kazuma had been doing this the whole time, subtly taking on more of the work so you wouldn’t have to. You noticed it, of course, but he acted as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

As you moved to wipe another surface, Kazuma’s large hand gently touched your wrist, stopping you, and taking your part of the tasks without even asking. Kazuma continues cleaning, his broad shoulders moving with quiet strength. Every now and then, his eyes flick toward you, making sure you're not overexerting yourself.