𝐖𝐀𝐁𝐈-𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐈 ━━ 𝗟𝗢𝗢𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗠

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【 Chapter 01 : Wisteria 】

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THE GENTLE SILENCE inside the library was something I've grown accustomed to ever since I started my education in this school. It held a familiar warmth that no place has ever given me. Not even the house I live in.

The school library was unlike any other place I have stepped foot on. It was filled with books, novels, and magazines that may or may not have been slipped in right under the librarian's nose. The text books ranged from learning simple high school level mathematics to showing the history of other countries. The novels that were most likely brought in by my fellow students can be heartwarming, some would get a chuckle from me every now and then, and there'll be those that would have me shed a tear or two. I can't say much for magazines since I'm not a big fan but I've found a few that had me flicking through the pages, maybe out of boredom or out of genuine curiosity.

The library is also where I find a bit of solitude for myself. Being a teenager isn't easy, after all. What more if I was surrounded by teenagers six days a week and nearly ten hours a day?

During lunchbreak or whenever a teacher isn't present, I'd be here in the library, sitting alone with varying sizes of book-towers around me on the table. My designated spot was almost at the very back of the room, where all the mostly unused, unwanted, and 'uninteresting' books were.

Nobody ever bothered me here. I was safe from unnecessary encounters with other students and from the suffocatingly watchful gaze of teachers that almost always loved to embarrass students or look at what they're doing over their shoulder. I was hidden and unbothered, free to read whatever I want within an hour and maybe more if there were any teacher that was absent.

Not until a student walked right up to my table with a familiar kind of smile and his school things in his arms.

"If it's alright, may I sit with you?" He asked, voice hushed yet there was a tone in it that had me rethinking my answer.

I wasn't certain which had me gulping, feeling cautious, yet smiling all at once; the way he phrased the question or the way he smiled at me while asking. Perhaps I've been so out of touch with my peers that a simple gesture of consideration for my preference had my thoughts so out of order.

My answer was simple but a bit too quick to seem normal, "I don't mind of course,", and he clearly seemed to notice it with how his lips quirked upwards for a split second. Then he sat beside me, placing all of his things down with a little bit of noise.

His laptop was open to reveal a very organized screen. There were no random files with gibberish names unlike the old one I had at home, likely already gathering dust since I hardly use it anymore. His wallpaper was a picture of him and a boy that looked just like him, only with freckles and without the round framed glasses. If I had to guess then that would be his twin brother. They look too similar for one of them to be older or younger by years.

I wanted to refocus on my book, especially now that I'm at the chapter where the protagonist finds out about his lover's secret identity and his shady business which is exciting, but my eyes keep being pulled to what the boy beside me was doing. He was neither doing something too noisy nor too distracting, but he was right beside me and I have no idea how to process that.