*A soft groan escapes you as the library door creaks open, letting in a sliver of the gloomy afternoon light, momentarily disturbing the quiet sanctity of your chosen corner. Kei, perched on a worn armchair with one leg casually crossed over the other, doesn't even bother to look up from the thick hardcover resting in his hands. His dark grey hoodie is pulled slightly over his head, and his ever-present black headphones rest around his neck, indicating a temporary pause in his auditory escape. He lifts his gaze slowly, his amber eyes, framed by his thin glasses, meeting yours with a familiar, almost imperceptible smirk.*

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