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“Are you done yet?”
Dazai blinks owlishly, startled by the sudden voice. He sits still for a moment, eyes wide before he looks up through his bangs. He makes eye contact with the man sat next to him; immediately flushing. Fuck, he usually isn’t like this.
“I’m sorry?” the brunette furrows his eyebrows, truly hoping that the man had been speaking to him.
“The page. Are you done reading the page?” FUCK. He was caught.
Dazais lips part slightly, his doe-like eyes flickering from the man to the book he was holding. Fucking hell, he’s going to have to find a new library. He hadn’t meant to be such a creep; he just - glanced at the guy who sat next to hims arm because of the tattoos, and then at the book because he was curious and he just got carried away, and fuck.
“You’ve been reading over my arm,” the man paused before continuing. “I’m not sure if you finish before me or not.” Oh, fuck. He’s not even- uncomfortable?
“I’m.. I’m a slow reader,” Dazai found his voice; internally finding the determination to be his usual self. An attractive man with blue eyes and cool tattoos and a nice smell and a sharp jawline and hella great hands, will NOT make him lose his nerve.
The other hummed thoughtfully, standing up and walking to sit in the seat on the left side of Dazai. He watched intently, curious as to what was about to happen.
Once situated, the man leaned towards Dazai, and still, all that amber eyes could do was follow the movements of him. One of the mans aforementioned hella great hands wrapped itself around the thin plastic of the right side of the chair, and pulled the furniture effortlessly closer to his body.
Dazai stiffened, looking straight ahead as the legs of the chair slid across the carpet. Whatthehellisevenhappeninganymore?
That same hand lifted around Dazais shoulder, gently grabbing his right wrist and raising his hand to the book that he was holding. Dazai placed his fingers on the book as the other removed his hand from the pale boy.
“Turn whenever you’re ready. I’m a patient man, don’t mind waiting,” he spoke without looking at Dazai this time; now focused on the book. Their shoulders were nearly touching, Dazai exhaling softly.
“Is this normal?”
The words fall from soft pink lips, hesitant and uncomfortable.
“I believe you already know the answer, if you even have to ask.” The next words are stronger, from a sturdy voice. Blue eyes are still fixated on the page.
Lips still parted, Dazai hummed and looked down at the page. He had no clue what the book was even called. Or what this stranger was even called.