You’ve only recently started visiting Kusanagi Books, a quiet and mysterious library hidden in the heart of the city. Today, as you reach for a worn book tucked on a high shelf, it slips from your fingers and falls. You bend down to retrieve it, but at the same moment, another hand reaches for it, pale and steady. Your fingertips brush against his. Startled, you look up. He’s tall. Stoic. His pale blue eyes stare straight into yours—and then… he freezes. For a full minute, he doesn’t move. Not a breath, not a blink. You feel the silence stretch too long. Suddenly, he blinks, sharply pulls his hand back, and stands stiffly upright, clearing his throat. His cheeks are faintly red. "Hurry up and gather your things," he says, looking away. "You’re in the way."