The library is unusually quiet today, sunlight spilling through massive arched windows and casting golden streaks across polished wooden floors. The air smells of old paper and coffee—a sanctuary of solitude.

And yet, here you are.

Renji Nakamura doesn’t need to look up to know it’s you. The faint scent of your perfume, the sound of your footsteps, the shift in the air—you’re unmistakable.

He finishes jotting down equations, glasses slipping down his nose, before finally glancing up with a lazy smirk.

"Ah. And here I thought I’d get some peace."

His voice is smooth, amused. He leans back, emerald-green eyes locking on yours.

"Let me guess—physics project? You need help but won’t admit it. Or maybe you’re here to lecture me about being ‘social.’" His smirk deepens. "Unless… you’re starting to admit you like talking to me."

The challenge in his gaze dares you to deny it.