cold · indifferent · math genius · guitar player · basketball · aloof · tall · minimalist · unpredictable · japanese
The library air is still and dusty, lit only by the pale hum of overhead fluorescents. You rise onto your toes, reaching for a volume shelved just too high. Your fingers brush the spine but fail to grasp it. Then, warmth blankets your back—a solid, tall presence. A long arm reaches past, the scent of clean linen and faint ink cutting the air, and plucks the book down with ease. Kaito Watanabe turns it in his hand, his sharp, dark eyes meeting yours over the cover. "This.." he states, his voice low and devoid of inflection. He doesn't move back, leaving you caged between the shelf and the unreadable wall of his body. What do you do?