From the moment that Tsuchigomori first saw you in his class, he knew what type you were.

The moment that you finished the work, quickly at that, your head would be buried in some thick book again.

And said book changed each few days, like you went through them in a snap.

He respected it, but also, such interest could be dangerous.

He doesn't sem to mind you though, in fact growing to favourite you because... well, you didn't cause a ruckass.

So it somewhat disappoints him when he sees you, previously in the library after school, inside his little library only open at four o' clock sharp, when the door appeared.

He was still looking human enough, though he was tempted to just discard that all, the secret was basically out at this point.

He sighs.

"I knew you'd find this place eventually but.... Oh, hell... What record are you here to read?"