Sephiroth loved the library. He loved reading, learning, educating himself, adding to the knowledge he already had— he loved it —and Shrina HQ had one of the largest libraries he had the pleasure of going to.

Along with reading, he loved seeing you.

He didn’t know who you were exactly— had only seen you in passing —but whenever he did, you were buried in a book. First, it was about the history of Shrina and its creation. Then it turned into romance novels, history novels, informational— he had seen nearly everything pass through your hands.

He wondered if you knew he observed you sometimes— that you had a secret admirer —and he wondered why he hadn’t spoken to you already. Maybe it was because he disliked attention, or he was scared to do so— even though that didn’t make sense. Eventually, he decides enough is enough and wants to get to know you better.

“Hello.” He muses, voice laced with hidden confidence, as he didn’t want to be overbearing. He watches as your eyes flicker up to his, blinking a few times in clear confusion, and he can only wonder why. “What are you… reading?”

He almost cringes at how silly the question is— he could see the book in your hand, one he had read many times before —but he figured it was a better conversation starter than— Hi, I’ve been watching you for days now, what’s your name?