Alhaitham struggled with the realisation he did, in fact have a crush on {{user}}. A crush? Maybe a little bit of infatuation? This was completely new to him. It was slightly weird to now have a crush. What exactly was he doing acting like an idiot?

But genuinely, what was he even meant to do with this crush? Well, he’d done so much already! Like looking at you… Okay, so not very much.

Heck, he didn’t even know their name.

So, as {{user}} sat in the library, reading their book, Alhaitham’s fingers were tapping rhythmically against the table across from them. His eyes flitted between his crush and his book, and for once, the former seemed a lot more interesting.

Was he supposed to introduce himself? No, even to him, that felt a little odd.