Library // Mikayuu FF

5 // Blondie

Yuus .p.o.v.

"A56, A80, and A208," I mumbled to myself.

Instead of running back and forward I figured to sorting the books by their letter which was a very smart thing of me to do.

I placed the three books back in the huge pile I was holding and went up the steps. I opened the door with my back (he walked backward to open the door, ya know?), I spun back around and walked towards the 'A' bookshelves, I look at everyone who was looking at books and tried to not disturb them from their reading.

I placed the pile of books on the ground in front of the shelf and took the first three books. "A56... A40... A48... A53... A54... A55," I quietly mumbled to myself and slipped the book into the slot. I repeated this with book A80 which was an 'Anatomy for beginner artists' book, slipping the book into the empty slot with ease.

I looked at the number once more on my last book on this bookshelf, A208. I got down on my knees and trailed my finger against Each book while mumbling the numbers again. "A205... A206... A207," I put the book where it belonged and sat up from bending over only to be greeted by a sharp pain followed by some more blows to my head as various art books scattered around me, "Oh my god..." a deep, soothing voice said as I rubbed at some spot of my scalp where the sharp corners of the book hit me.

The person of the voice fell down on their knees next to me and started to apologize profusely in a hushed tone. I finally looked up to tell the person that it's alright but I stopped when I saw their face.

He was gorgeous.

His blonde hair was wavy and curled around his face nicely and he wore a beige turtleneck and a light brown raincoat. His eyes... his eyes were such a bright blue, I couldn't help but stare.

I shook it off and looked away, "It's okay," I mumbled and rubbed a spot on my shoulder that hurt. "Are.. are you sure? I knocked over so many books there now," His voice was calming and gentle but worry and guilt was noticeable in the way he spoke.

"Really it's fine," I said slowly picking up the books in front of me. I couldn't look at him or I would stare. I was taught from really young that staring was rude and anytime I stared my mum would smack my hand (not hard but it would leave a light sting).

"Ah! You're bleeding!" He moved my fringe, his fingers grazed my skin and for a moment my heart stopped.

I was touched by an angel.

I put my hand up to feel the cut. I winced and looked down at my fingers, a light layer of blood was on my fingers.

He pulled out a tissue from his pocket and pressed it against the small cut. "I'm so sorry, I swear it was an accident," he mumbled, his eyes set in where the cut was. "Hey, Hey, I already said it was okay," I replied and took the tissue to hold in the cut myself.

He looked away in guilt before starting to pick up a few books as I stacked some next to me with one hand. Not much more was said between us as we picked up the books into a pile.

Silence enveloped us as we looked at the numbers of the books. I pulled the tissue away from my forehead and saw it stopped bleeding. I spun around to face the blonde so I could speak to him.

He was closer than I thought.

I pushed away any embarrassment I felt before speaking. "Hey you can help me put them back in order at least," I suggested and he looked up before nodding. I picked up a book, "See the number after the 'A'?" He nodded again. "Could you sort the books that you stacked in the order of the numbers? Ill do the same with my pile and we can then put them back onto the shelves, it'll be easier if you order them from the biggest number to the smallest," he quietly nodded again and started to sort the books by number.

I once again found myself staring like a fool, his hands were shaky as he took hold of each book. His fingers were slender, very feminine, they appeared soft.

"Stop staring at me... please..." he mumbled and I mumbled an apology before spinning around and ordering the books in number order before lifting them up and getting up on my feet. The blonde did The same and held the slightly larger stack of books.

I straightened a few books on the shelf and looked at the numbers. "A10... do you have A11?" I asked as I looked down on my books, he hummed and slotted three books into the shelf, A11, A12, and A13. I slipped in my book and he then put in the one after, we repeated this until the missing books in the first row were filled.

"A109...A110," I mumbled and took A110 from my pile, he put his and I then put some of mine, our hands grazed when I was too quick with my moves and put a book in straight after he put in his. Soft.

We completed the shelf and I looked around the floor to see if any missing book was in the ground but luckily we got them all. "What book did you want anyways?" I asked looking at the shelf. "'Painting acrylic portraits' and 'History of portraiture'," he mumbled and looked away.

I looked up and tilted my head before reading the spine of a book that had the name of the first book and looked a few books across to find the other. I pulled both of them out and handed them to the blondie. "Don't drop them this time, Shinya gets sad when his books get torn," I warned him, mumbling the end. "I'll try my best, thank you..." He started and looked up, clearly wanting me to tell him my name. Well 'Looked up' not quite... he seemed a little taller than me so he didn't necessarily look up at me.

"Yuichiro," I said my name and smiled. I saw his eyes widen for a second before he smiled back, "Thank you, Yuichiro... I'm Mikaela by the way," he put out his hand for me to shake it, the way my name rolled off his tongue sent shivers down my spine, good shivers though. This guy was really attractive, even his name sounded angelic.

I shook his hand, "Well Mikaela, it's nice to meet you. Hopefully, out next meeting will be less violent," I joked and a light blush of embarrassment tinted his nose bridge and cheeks. He simply hummed and let go of my hand before smiling and leaving.

Fuck. Okay. What was that Yuichiro?

I lifted my hand to my face, my face felt warm and my palms felt sweaty.

No, no, no, no dont tell me I was blushing and sweating like a 30-year-old pervert the whole time! "DAMN IT!" I cursed at myself and facepalmed, catching the attention of a few people.

"Shhh!" Some one hushed me as I held my face in my hand.

I removed my hand to catch a lady glaring at me with her finger close to her lips, I'm guessing she hushed me.

When she turned the corner, I stuck out my tongue like a child before walking to the book pile I left a while ago, going back to my original task...