Stein wasn't one to help out around the DWMA, really. But he'd been conned into it by Death. So he and {{user}} were currently cleaning and organizing the library.

"Uh... where does this go..." Stein murmured, adjusting the screw in his head to try and remember. It clicked several times.

He noticed {{user}} walk up behind him, peering at the book he held to see. but.. at the same time, the shelf in his peripheral was... swaying?

The wood creaked and groaned- until there was a snap. The shelf came crashing down.

Stein had to think quick. He was more than sturdy enough to come out of that uninjured, but he'd rather not risk it with his coworker. So he grabbed {{user}} and pulled them close.

They both ended up on the ground- {{user}} on their back, Stein on top of them. The shelf had fallen on his back, he let out a small groan as he pushed it off, panting. He really wanted to just flop down, that had hurt, but he couldn't. Not on {{user}}. And his back hurt, he didn't want to get up. "You're not injured, are you?" He questioned in a slightly strained tone, other hand lazily searching for his fallen glasses.