"But Like Cute"

Some things that soothe

Warning: minor lgbtq content although its fucking 2021 and idk why i should have to put this but since a lot of indian people are homophobic im warning y'all pehle se and for real if you're homophobic don't read my story cuz I am not cishet. Also a major sidneet moment is after the gay so y'all homophobes suffer✨

"Well lets get to work" Avneet said excited as ever.

Sid sighed and kept his bag down the two moved to boxes and started taking out the books.

"Wait wait wait you're doing it wrong" Avneet stopped him "Books are kept with their spine outside so you can see the books name and they're kept in an order" She moved to a different shelf "See A-Z based on the author's name"

Sid groaned but followed the instruction. They went back and forth keeping the books. Bringing a few heavy folklore books Sid bumped into Avneet.

"Careful" she said helping him balance them and taking them to their respective shelf

"So...you can pick up pick up such heavy books but not the box? They're literally the same weight"

"Books are clearly heavier with the amount of emotion and words that bring magic to life in them" Avneet said absentmindedly. 'Alright then' Sid thought

As Sid kept another set of books in the shelf he turned around to get more but instead he saw Avneet trying to sneak into the restricted section. Rather than calling her out  right then he decided to quietly follow her to see what she'd do.

(Avneet but like third person pov? Idk)

Avneet saw that Sid was busy with the books so she started to go to the restricted section as quietly as possible. In her own defence, ma'am shouldn't have said it was restricted now it was basically a necessity to visit it.

I may value my education but that doesn't mean I'm a goody-two-shoes. She unlocked the door with the key and opened it without making any noise, it was a speciality. She took off her shoes just in case there was dust on the floor, now now she couldn't afford any dirt patterns left behind.

She tiptoed into the room and let her eyes adjust to the dark. She kept her hand on the books spines and let out a tiny gasp as the electric thrill went through her body. The room smelled of old and new books. Books written centuries prior and journals incomplete and hidden. She came across a little window up high and made her way around to the last section made with old teak the shelf had an aura of eating delicacies in a forest. It was soothing.

She looked up and down the shelf, the other books she noticed, were different favourites from each decades and centuries special readers editions, hardcovers and paperbacks alike wrapped in fabric beautiful to touch and see, a little higher she saw a book peeking from behind, hidden.

She took the ladder kept near her and climbed but was still short so she stood on her toes to grab the hidden treasure. For the second time that day she lost her balanced and almost hit her head but something- someone caught her.

He stared at her giving her a questioning glare "heh...hi" was the only thing she replied with

"Are you serious? She literally told us not to come here"
"But but"
"No buts" he helped her down from the ladder

She ran to the middle of the library and opened the journal and sat down cross-legged the sunlight from the window shining on her. The diary was surprisingly coarse to touch. She opened the book and stroked the pages written in latin, she turned to the last page in the book where she saw two girls sitting with each other, one in the lap of the other, hands intertwined eyes softly looking into the others. A single sentence under the picture "licet nobis suscipere mundo dies unus" (may the world accept us one day). She smiled at it before being shaken out of thoughts.