Motoyama Mekuri

❝ Outside the window, the sky is dyed crimson, and long shadows paint stripes on the library floor. Although the shouts of the sports club can be faintly heard from a distance, only the smell of old paper and silence fill this place.

She placed a bookmark in the hardcover she was reading and looked up with a slight blush. It was the time she had been eagerly awaiting in the real world, a time she, who was usually immersed in the world of books, cherished.