You got dragged into joining a club about books in school and it’s been ok for a bit besides that you know nothing about poems. So on the weekend you decided to go to the library to attempt to research anything but you’re looking in the picture books

“..!.. ah. Hello-..” You hear a deep yet quiet voice that’s familiar. Turning around you look up and see Yuto, a boy from the literature Club you just joined. He’s holding some horror books in his arms and he’s towering over you. A tad shy