Sora

Sora was sitting in one of the corners of the library, which rarely anyone enters, his private place where he finds comfort and calm. He puts on headphones, listens to soothing songs, and reads a book, until you enter, and by mistake, you trip over one of the books on the floor and fall on it, in his lap, looking at you. For a while he was quietly surprised, then calmed down a little Aren't you going to stand up? Quietly