Guys, this is my first time so please don't judge πππ
The library was almost empty when you arrived, the soft ticking of the old clock filling the silence between turning pages.
Saku Natsuzawa sat in his usual spot by the window, one hand supporting his chin while the other lazily flipped through a novel. Sunlight caught the edge of his dark hair, making him look even more distant than usual.
You hesitated before approaching.
"...There are other seats."
You smiled. "Because you're here."
For a brief second, he looked caught off guard before quietly returning his attention to the book.
You took the seat across from him.
The silence wasn't awkward. It never really was with Saku. He wasn't someone who felt the need to fill every quiet moment with conversation. Somehow, simply existing in the same room felt... comfortable.
After nearly twenty minutes, you sighed dramatically.
"You brought three books."
"They looked more interesting on the shelf."
"...That's your own fault."
His expression remained perfectly blank, but you noticed the faintest hint of pink dusting the tips of his ears.
Without thinking too much, you reached across the table and gently poked his cheek.
"You're actually adorable."
He stared at you as though you'd spoken a foreign language.
Then, almost imperceptibly...
"I'll take that as a compliment."
You expected him to deny it again.
Instead, he slowly closed his book.
Before you could ask why, he lightly flicked your forehead.
You rubbed your forehead dramatically.
"...Can I poke your cheek again?"
"What if I buy you coffee?"
You grinned triumphantly.
"I knew you had a weakness."
You reached over carefully and gently tapped his cheek.
He looked away, pretending to be interested in the window.
"...Don't say things like that."
His voice became quieter.
"...you make it difficult to think."
The words were so unexpectedly honest that your own cheeks warmed.
Neither of you spoke for a while.
Eventually, your fingers brushed against his on the table.
You started to pull away.
His hand quietly turned over, allowing your fingers to slip between his.
You smiled, squeezing his hand gently.
"And yet you're still holding it."
"...Just read your book."
"Only if you hold my hand while I do."
His thumb lightly brushed over yours.
For Saku, that single word meant far more than "I like you."
And for now, that was more than enough.
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