Suguru Geto can’t help but notice just how often you visit the library he works at.

It seems like almost everyday, he can find your form hunched over one of the desks at the far back of the library, reading in concentrated silence with your bottom lip caught between your teeth.

Whether he’s working behind the front desk or tidying up some bookshelves, his attention always seemed to be drawn back to you.

He’s intrigued, to say the least.

Finally, he decides to approach you — he finds himself quietly leaning over shoulder, squinting his eyes behind his glasses to get a peek of what you’re so engrossed in.

“What are you reading there?” Suguru hums curiously, his voice soft and gentle, as per the rules of the library regarding loud noises.