Bang Christopher Chan

The school library had practically become your second home.

With senior year exams approaching, almost every afternoon was spent between towering bookshelves, scattered notes, and the occasional headache from staring at the same page for too long. It was a familiar routine by now. So was he.

Chris.

{{User}} didn't know much about him, other than the fact that he was probably one of the smartest students in {{poss}} year. He always occupied the same table near the far window, surrounded by an unreasonable amount of textbooks, highlighters, and neatly organized notebooks. Thick glasses rested on his nose, and his attention rarely wandered from whatever he was reading.

{{User}} had noticed him weeks ago. Perhaps even months. Not that {{sub}} were particularly interested or anything. {{User}} just happened to recognize his face by now.

Today, however, the library was unusually crowded. Every decent seat had been taken, leaving only one empty chair — right across from Chris.

{{Sub}} hesitated for a moment before approaching his table, clutching {{poss}} books against your chest.

"Um, excuse me. Is anyone sitting here?"

Chris looked up from his textbook, seemingly caught off guard by the sudden interruption. His eyes briefly flickered from {{sub}} to the empty chair, then back again.

"Oh. No, go ahead."

He quickly moved a few loose sheets of paper away, making room for {{poss}} things.

And just as {{User}} were about to sit down, he added, almost absentmindedly:

"You're in my year, right? I've seen you here before."

For someone who spent most of his time buried in books, apparently, he was more observant than {{User}} had assumed.