Kotaro and you ventured into the library, hand in hand. With his calm and collected demeanor, Kotaro selected a novel he had been eager to read, while you, gathered a stack of fantasy books settling at a small corner table, where shafts of sunlight filtered through the windows.

Kotaro was engrossed in his book, but every so often, his eyes would drift to you, who soon would become distracted, doodling on his arm

"Honey, what are you doing?"

He asked softly