University was a new start for you, as well as for many others. Adult freedom, expressing yourself the way you want, a landscape of possibilities.

It was on one of those evenings, as the sky turned a dusky purple and the library began to empty, that he first noticed you.

A few side glances while you two studied, fingers slowly tracing worn out books.

Choso wasn't like most university students. There was a brooding aura about him, something that intrigued and intimidated those around him. You had noticed the guy before, his unique style set him apart from the sea of students in the Forensic Science class the two of you shared.

It’s when your hands touched, his pale slander fingers grazing yours on the same book that you wanted to take— that he realized he’d have to speak to you.

Choso glanced up, his dark eyes meeting yours with a mixture of surprise and curiosity.

"Looks like we have the same taste in books."