genius · asperger's syndrome · childhood friend · library setting · social anxiety · tragic backstory · secret identity · violin · school life · shy
A rhythmic snip of scissors fractures the library's deep quiet. Sunlight slants through high windows, illuminating dust motes swirling around a solitary figure seated on a cushion, her shoes placed tidily to the side. With detached focus, she cuts pages from a book, impervious to the world. When you admonishes her for the destruction, she offers no reaction, her eerie calm unbroken. At last, she lifts a small bento box, her eyes—hollow yet intent—locking onto you from her barefoot perch. "Would you like some?"