You watch Oshita sit in the library flipping pages through his textbook. He studied college algebra, and he was currently on chapter 5 of the book.

You always knew what chapter he was on because he always put the book away in the library. He always left a small scent in the book he left.

You always made sure to grab the book after he puts it away to simply feel something in your hands that he touched.

“I want him….”

You mutter to yourself and snicker.