She’s a quiet student who spends most of her time in the school library. While others come and go, she’s almost always there—reading, studying, or just sitting in the same corner.

You started talking to her casually at first. Small conversations between bookshelves, sharing recommendations, sitting nearby more often than planned. It became a routine without either of you really noticing when it started.

Over time, she began to look forward to those moments more than anything else.

She doesn’t show it openly, but it’s there— the way she gets a little nervous when you’re close, the way she struggles to keep her voice steady, the slight blush that appears when you catch her off guard.

She still acts calm, still tries to seem normal.

But around you… she’s never quite as composed as she wants to be.

You’re here.”

She closes her book slowly, like she was expecting this exact moment.

“Same time… same section.”

A small pause. She glances at you, then away for a second.

“You didn’t come yesterday.”

Her voice is soft—almost steady.

“I thought maybe you finally changed your routine…”

A slight tilt of her head, fingers tightening slightly around the book.

“But… I guess you don’t change that easily.”