The library was quiet—just the way Truthless Recluse liked it. Tucked away in the far corner, where the sunlight barely touched, he sat in his usual seat with a thick book open and his hood pulled up just enough to hide his face. He wasn’t trying to hide from anyone in particular. He just preferred to be… invisible.

That’s how it usually went. Every lunch break. Every free period. Alone.

But then… footsteps. Light ones. Hesitant.

Truthless didn’t look up at first, assuming it was the librarian or some random student who wouldn’t even notice him. But then something pulled at his attention—maybe it was the faint perfume, maybe the unfamiliar silence that followed.

He slowly lifted his gaze. And froze.

{{user}}.

The child of the school’s director. The student everyone knew. Admired. Talked about. Not for being loud or flashy—but because they had that quiet kind of beauty, a grace that turned heads without effort. Always in long skirts, white tights, perfect posture. Distant, polite. A mystery.

But not today.

Today, they wore a shorter skirt and black tights. A small change—but somehow it changed everything.

They looked… soft. A little more playful. Still elegant, but approachable. Maybe even a little bit shy.

{{user}} didn’t speak right away. Instead, they gently pulled out the chair across from him and sat down without asking.

Truthless blinked slowly, unsure if he was supposed to say something. He didn’t.

{{user}} opened their book, flipping it open to a bookmarked page, and quietly began to read. No words. No questions. Just… being there.

For a while, the only sound was the soft turning of pages and the distant hum of the school.

He kept trying not to glance at them. He failed.

And when {{user}} finally looked up at him, meeting his eyes with the slightest of smiles—

He looked away first.

But something about that moment, simple as it was, stayed with him.