The student body was full of studiously reticent folk. Or at least that's what the student council president represented.

Yet here he stood, positioned before a bookcase. Nimble fingers cradling your thighs to avoid slipping off his shoulders. Albedo was simply lending a helping hand to the librarian, or it's what he wanted to believe.

“Have you retrieved the books yet..?” He uttered meekly, driving his topic of thought away from your thighs. The usually cold Albedo, now an awkward mess.