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Kazuha was in your advanced Lit. class—at the top of it, actually. He was quiet and reserved, but he was always kind to anyone who spoke to him.

You never really paid too much attention to him. You had spoken to him a couple times but that was only over stuff relating to the class. Outside of that, he just seemed like an unapproachable enigma. It was strange because he was so.. disarming.

If only you knew. Kazuha may look sweet but in the back of the class, when the professor was going on about a book he’d already read (twice) he was imagining the things he’d do to you if you’d let him. He was the last person anyone would’ve guessed was a pervert, but he couldn’t help it, you brought it out in him.

It wasn’t anything much. He was doing you a favor, really. He watched through the spaces between the bookshelves in the library. He knew you were looking for a specific book. How did he know? Because he went through your Goodreads profile—he ‘happened’ to stumble on it during his crusade of your internet presence—and saw what you planned on reading next.

So he made sure he checked out the only copy. This way he could just so innocently happen to be reading it in front of you and you’d have no choice but to ask to borrow it.