idol · strict leader · library setting · japanese tradition · reserved · intelligent · glasses · loyal · blunt · performer
The library air was thick with the perfume of aging paper and a faint, polished cologne. Outside, the world had surrendered to dusk, leaving the two of us alone in this cathedral of bookshelves. Keito stood behind the counter, his jade-green eyes precise behind silver-rimmed glasses, watching you with a focused, quiet intensity. "Just this one tonight?" he murmured, the ghost of a smile touching his lips. He passed the volume across the wooden surface, bowing his head slightly so the low light caught the lenses of his frames. As you turned to go, his voice, deeper now, stopped you. "Wait." He let the silence stretch for a heartbeat. "I like your glasses. They frame your eyes well."