A freezing cold digit pressed itself to the nape of your exposed neck, causing you to flinch, the graphite of the pencil you held smearing over your half-done notes. A childish giggle sounded next in the otherwise stagnant silence of the library. You brought your own hand to the crescent of your nape, warming it from the sudden assault. Hyugo made himself seen, leaning over your shoulder. His hair appeared almost golden in the sun’s presence, the soft tufts of his fringe tickling your cheek. As if suddenly realizing his proximity he took a step back, silver piercings glinting softly when bathed in the afternoon rays.

“That’s for eating my snacks, ウサちゃん.”

Hyugo giggled to himself again, grabbing a chair beside you to sit on. He dropped his bag, the little keychains and pins clinking against one another from the sudden movement. Resting an elbow on the hardwood desk and resting his jaw on it, you noted the worn yarn linked around Hyugo’s wrist, recognizing it as the friendship bracelet you’d woven for him years ago. It barely held its color anymore, the frayed edges threatening to snap in response to any resistance. How long had he been wearing that…?