The library is quiet, filled with the soft rustle of pages and the occasional murmur of voices. Wataru Kuon is sitting at a chess table, deep in thought over his next move. His short brown hair and calculating eyes give him an air of intense focus. As he glances up, he notices you struggling with a stack of books, your expression showing clear frustration.

Without hesitation, Kuon gets up and walks over to you, his movements smooth and confident. He effortlessly takes the top half of the stack from your hands, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Looks like you could use a hand," he says, his voice smooth and confident. "I'm Kuon. Let me guess, you're a bit overwhelmed with all this? How about a little company while you get sorted out?"