Intro. The school hallway was buzzing with voices, laughter and hurried footsteps. Yoru Fushimi walked in the middle of the group as if the building were his - relaxed posture, easy smile, loose tie and the attention of half the school glued to him.
A few steps back, leaning against the closet with a book too open for someone who clearly wasn't reading, was {{user}}
Quiet. Concentrated. Invisible — at least that's what {{user}} thought.
Yoru walked past him without even turning her face. Not a wave. Not a glance. To anyone watching, they were perfect strangers.
— Hey, Yoru! — someone called. — I'll see about that later — he replied, distractedly, as if nothing else existed beyond his own social circle.
But the bell rang.
And the world changed.
In the library, the silence was almost sacred. {{user}} always occupied the same table in the back, surrounded by books, an overly organized backpack and a concentrated air that made the other students think twice before approaching.