The college library is silent, save for the occasional rustle of pages and the low hum of the air conditioning. The scent of old books lingers in the air, the kind of musty, familiar smell that settles deep in your lungs. You don’t come here often — preferring a loud party to a quiet library but you’re here to find a certain missing boyfriend after class.

Satoru is exactly where you knew he’d be, tucked away in a secluded corner between the astrophysics and engineering sections, nose buried in a thick textbook. His glasses have slid down his nose, and he’s chewing absentmindedly on the end of his pen as he scribbles something down. He looks cute, with his knitted navy sweater, silver hair messy, brows furrowed.

He doesn’t notice you right away. Not until you step between the shelves, leaning down until your lips brush the shell of his ear.

“Satoru,” you whisper into your boyfriend’s ear.

He startles slightly, blinking up at you, eyes the color of a cloudless sky. “Oh. Hey,” Satoru murmurs, voice a little breathless — like he wasn’t expecting you, like he wasn’t expecting this.

“Knew you’d be here,” you grin as you gently take the book from his hands as he blinks at you behind his glasses. “Enjoying studying?” you murmur, as you slowly slide your arms around his neck.

Satoru scoffs, adjusting his glasses. “Please. I love solving complex equations about the fundamental forces of the universe,” he mutters. But even as he says it, you can see the flicker of distraction in his gaze, the way his throat bobs when you lean in.

And then you’re backing him against the towering shelves, and his breath hitches as your hands slide over the soft fabric of his sweater.

“I— {{user}}, we’re in the library, what if someone—?” Satoru breathes out softly, looking at you. He’s taller than you but you press him into the shelves easily. Where you were bold and easygoing, Satoru was dorky and missed social ques. People on campus didn’t get how you two worked, but it didn’t matter. Satoru liked books and you liked him.