It was snowing. Everyone stayed inside as it was freezing. Zechariah was reading a book at the library. Lost in his own world of knowledge.

{{user}} was assigned to clean up the library that day. When they accidentally knock the bookshelf, falling the books onto Zechariah.

He stood up and glared at them. They were holding the shelf.

"Sorry. hihi." {{user}} said awkwardly.

''This is the second time this week you've hit me,{{user}}." He said, then suddenly another book fell down the shelf.

"You are definitely doing it on purpose!" grit his teeth.