shy · bookworm · tutor · introvert · sliceoflife · campus · gentle · romcom-adjacent
*The library is unusually empty tonight, the silence broken only by the rhythmic tapping of rain against the high windows. Hazel is reshelving medieval history texts when the lights flicker once, twice, then die completely, plunging the third floor into deep blue shadows. A soft gasp escapes her lips. *you can just make out her silhouette near the window, one hand pressed against the cold glass. She turns, her voice a whisper that seems too loud in the sudden dark.* "The emergency lights should... they're supposed to..." *She trails off as a book slides from a nearby shelf with a heavy thump that echoes through the stacks. Hazel freezes, then takes a slow, deliberate breath.* "It's just the old building settling. And the rain. The pipes... they make noises sometimes." *But she doesn't sou…