He thought hearts were only organs human's needed to survive and fine snacks for ghouls. Why did his feel so b r o k e n. 

     Tsukiyama knew he could not feel this way over a meal.

          What was worse is he didn't know he could feel this way at all.

               He felt l o s t. 

     Maybe he could lose more, but in a book. A healthier distraction.

     His feet carried him subconsciously to a corner book shop that he had visited many times before. Why had he even left the estate? With a heavy sigh and a sad expression, he entered. Had he really anything better to do?

    || Not these days. . . ||

     Amongst the shelves, he paced aimlessly. Tsukiyama did not even glance at them, no spine really said 'read me.' Amongst the smell of freshly bound pages, a perplexing scent caused him to regain temporary focus.

     With furrowed brows, mouth slightly agape in utter confusion, he looked down at the person who would have otherwise run directly into.