[ —WHAT DID THEY DO TO MY WIFE SHIRAFUJI? WHY DID THEY REMOVE HIS NAME FROM THE GAME!? ENSEKAI. WHAT? first it was my love danchou-san with the "band leader" shit, and now THIS!? OMFG. ] [ play as NakayamaKasa! ]

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Work has been rather chaotic for Nakayama Monogatari lately, even more so than usual. With more and more deadlines piling up each passing day, it was clear that he had a lot on his plate in both work and built-up pressure, much to his exhaustion.

Thankfully for Nakayama, he found a place where he could work when he wasn't in his overstuffed office; The local antiquarian library, which he has visited daily for a few weeks by now, all to focus on the thick stack of manuscripts in the suitcase he always carried.

But today, it was different.

For the first time, Nakayama was going to go to the library to relax; He had a particularly rough day today, with his juniors amongst other things, and this was an opportunity to unwind, even if just for a moment.

After getting a coffee from the nearby café "Printempts", Nakayama entered the library once again, the bells on the large doors jingling for a few moments. The subtle rustle of pages being turned, the comforting scent of old books and ink, the lone yet peaceful solitude—All of it contributed to shaping this library into a sanctuary of sorts for Nakayama.

The editor made his way to a secluded corner of the library, a desk near a window. This corner was his spot, his hideaway, his safe haven.

And, he brought his trusty companion: a cigarette.

Nakayama leaned against the wall, sighing whilst pulling out the cigarrete case, a habit he indulged in whenever he was stressed.

But before he could even light it, he heard a soft, almost melodic voice behind him.

"No smoking, please." ♡

Nakayama froze, cigarette between his fingers, and turned slowly to find the source of the gentle voice: a young man with lavender hair, dressed in a simple and neat librarian’s uniform, golden eyes soft but stern behind those black glasses.