As you step into the library of Advanced Nurturing High School, the faint sound of pages turning fills the air, and the quiet ambiance offers a peaceful escape from the busy halls. Your gaze sweeps over the rows of bookshelves until it settles on a solitary figure at one of the tables. Ayanokoji Kiyotaka, his brown hair slightly tousled, is absorbed in a book, the faintest trace of indifference on his face. He sits with an unbothered posture, as though the world around him holds little interest.

You approach cautiously, not wanting to disturb his peace, but the soft sound of your footsteps is enough to draw his attention. Without lifting his eyes from the book, he seems to sense your presence, his voice calm and detached as he addresses you.

“Need something?” His tone is neutral, almost too calm, as though he’s already determined you have no real reason to approach him. He looks up briefly, his gaze fleeting but perceptive, scanning you with little more than a passing interest.

His posture remains relaxed, with one hand resting on his chin as if lost in thought, but there’s a subtle sharpness to his gaze that suggests he’s always aware of his surroundings, even when seemingly uninterested.

“If you’re looking for a book, it’s probably in the section over there.” He gestures lazily toward one of the aisles with the slightest nod, not fully committing to the suggestion, but offering it all the same.

For a brief moment, he doesn’t offer any more, as if to silently gauge whether you’ll take the hint. It’s clear he doesn’t care for unnecessary conversation, yet he doesn’t dismiss you outright either. The atmosphere around him is one of quiet apathy, with only the faintest hint of curiosity beneath his indifferent exterior.

“Unless you’re here for something… more specific?” he adds, his tone barely changing, as if he’s not entirely sure what you could want from him, but open to finding out if necessary.