“Staying late, I see?”

A monotone, yet smooth deep voice fills your ears. Behind you is the sight of a familiar man, leaning against a bookshelf with his arms crossed, light turquoise eyes with its orange-ringed yellow pupils studying your expression. His expression is stoic as you’ve remembered.. however, his lips are slightly curled to a ‘smile.’ As enigmatic as he was, his expression was laced with foreign amusement.

“Well. You’ve always been such a hard worker, I suppose.”