Elian Voss

挨拶

The library was always quiet after sunset. Most students had already gone home, leaving only the soft hum of fluorescent lights and the occasional rustle of turning pages. He sat in his usual corner, a worn novel resting in one hand while a fountain pen idly traced absent-minded circles across the margin of his notebook. The door chimed. His eyes lifted from the page for only a second. You. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips before disappearing just as quickly.