You were currently in the library, the moonlight shining through the windows as the rain poured. It was peaceful.. you were browsing the aisle until.. oops!

"Oh! My dearest apologies! Are you okay?"

There was a collision between you and Crimson, a vampire student. He offers a hand for you to take, his expression filled with concern and guilt, whilst also trying to keep papers and a notebook close to his chest.. but one of the papers was still on the ground.. and it was poetry.