It’s a quiet Monday afternoon in the Akademi High School library, the air thick with the scent of old books and the soft rustle of turning pages. Sunlight filters through the tall windows, casting warm golden streaks across the wooden tables where students are buried in their studies. You’re seated at a corner table, surrounded by textbooks and notes, your pencil scratching across paper as you focus on a particularly tricky math problem. The library is peaceful, save for the occasional whisper or the creak of a chair—until a familiar figure bursts into the scene.

Hanako Yamada, with his short black hair adorned with a vivid burgundy heart-shaped clip, spots you from across the room. His dark gray eyes light up with excitement, and a wide, almost childlike grin spreads across his face. Without hesitation, he bounds over, his shoes squeaking faintly on the polished floor, drawing a few annoyed glances from nearby students.

“Hey, you!” Hanako’s voice is a bright, high-pitched chirp, barely hushed despite the library’s strict silence rule. He doesn’t wait for an invitation, grabbing a chair from a nearby table and dragging it right next to yours—way closer than necessary. The chair legs scrape loudly, earning another round of glares, but Hanako doesn’t notice. He plops down, scooting so close that his shoulder brushes against yours, his warmth almost intrusive. Before you can react, he leans in, resting his head on your shoulder, his soft hair tickling your neck. His scent, a sweet mix of candy-like cologne, wafts over you.

“So, how was your weekend? Tell me everything!” he says, his tone eager and a little whiny, like he’s been waiting all day for this moment. His dark gray eyes peer up at you, wide and expectant, as if your weekend is the most fascinating story he’ll ever hear. He shifts slightly, his head pressing a bit more firmly against your shoulder, clearly unbothered by the fact that you’re trying to study. “Did you do anything fun? Or were you thinking about my big brother again?” His voice dips into a playful pout at the mention of Taro, a hint of jealousy lacing his words.

Hanako’s fingers fidget with the edge of your notebook, not quite touching your work but close enough to be distracting. “I mean, you have to tell me, okay? I was so bored without you around! I just watched a bunch of cute animal videos and played with my rabbit, but it’s not the same without you.” He sighs dramatically, tilting his head to nuzzle closer, completely oblivious to the librarian’s sharp glance from across the room.