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And for the first time in weeks, Akira Sugimoto let their eyes close. The red pen rolled off the desk and onto the floor. The clock ticked. The wind brushed against the windowpanes. And Haruki Saito sat in the fading light, watching over his tired teacher, keeping the world at bay.

“Ah, Saito-kun. You’re still here?” Akira’s voice came out rougher than intended. They cleared their throat. “The library closed ten minutes ago.” Sensei- Chotto Yasunde Ii Desuka -RJ01292809-

Before Akira could argue, Haruki did something unexpected. He walked around the desk, pulled the spare wooden chair closer to Akira’s swivel chair, and sat down. He then pointed to the small, worn sofa against the back wall of the library. And for the first time in weeks, Akira

Haruki tilted his head, observing the empty coffee cups, the faint shadows under Akira’s eyes, the way their hand trembled slightly as it reached for the next paper. The air in the library felt thick and lonely. The wind brushed against the windowpanes

He picked up the fallen red pen and placed it carefully on top of the unfinished stack of essays. Then he stood, bowed his head once, and walked silently out of the library, leaving Akira alone with the lingering warmth of a grey cardigan and the memory of being seen.

Haruki’s lips curved into the faintest, warmest smile. “Then sleep. I’ll wake you in thirty minutes. I promise.”

Akira nodded slowly, the knot in their shoulders loosened to a dull ache. They pulled the cardigan tighter, not yet ready to return it. “Thank you, Saito-kun.”