The words hung in the air. Is it okay to rest a little?
“I know.” Haruki didn’t leave. He placed the books on the return cart with careful, deliberate movements. Then he walked closer, stopping on the other side of the teacher’s cluttered desk. “You’re still here, too.” Sensei- Chotto Yasunde Ii Desuka -RJ01292809-
“Sensei?”
The silence stretched. The tick of the clock seemed louder. Then, Akira stood up, legs unsteady. They didn’t walk to the sofa. Instead, they sank onto the floor, leaning back against the solid, cool wood of their own desk. They pulled their knees up and rested their forehead on them. It wasn’t comfortable, but it felt less… vulnerable than lying down. The words hung in the air
Haruki’s lips curved into the faintest, warmest smile. “Then sleep. I’ll wake you in thirty minutes. I promise.” He placed the books on the return cart
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.