I had the cutest interaction at the library today. This teeny little boy who couldn't hardly look over the counter came up and said in the happiest little voice :
Tiny Boy: "HI! What's your name? :D"
Me: "My name's Ibrithir*, what's yours little guy?"
Tiny Boy: "My name is My Name*! :D"
Me: "Well thats a cool name! What can I do for you?"
Tiny Boy's Mom: "Tell her what you did"
Tiny Boy: "I ripped the book!! :D"
And he had. He'd ripped it to pieces. I couldn't even give them any leeway because it was a brand new book, and the poor women had to pay about 19 dollars. Though "technically" she had Tiny Boy pay for it. She told him since he broke it he had to pay for it, so she held him up to tap the card on the reader. And when it beeped he looked up at me and said:
"I DID IT IBRITHIR!! DID YOU SEE??!! :DDD"
Yeaaaah, i'm rather concerned that what he learned is that if he rips up books he gets to play with the credit card reader 😅😬
We know Library of Ruina (If you're reading this, ofc you at least know the game. If not, why are you here?/j)
But what happens to the patrons or the nuggets (librarians) when they're not doing their daily business? Do they fight? What if they're not fighting? Do they sleep? Drink? EAT?! DO THEY EVEN HAVE FOOD THERE?!
This will answer all your questions about the everyday life in Library of Ruina
Welcome to: The Library of Shenanigans!
Also: big credit to my friend @aotaku12 for allowing me to write about her nuggies. She read through everything, making sure I write them right. Love you, gurl! Mwuah! Mhuah!
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Not exactly a floor, but a collection of stories of different librarians from different floors doing their shenanigans together.
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I also posted this on my Ao3 as a first fanfic I post there! You can look it up here.
This little scene has been playing on my mind all day:
You're at the library, and this really cute guy is two desks down from you. Typically, you're not one to stare, but every so few paragraphs read, you lift your eyes to meet his gorgeous face.
You stare for a few seconds too long and his eyes meet yours. Blushing, you immediately look down into your book, hoping to appear busy. But you just can't help yourself, and so, you land your gaze on him again only to find HIM staring at YOU with the most sly smirk curling the right side of his lips.
Your face catches fire; he knows...
And before you can even compose yourself to stand up and leave for your next class, he approaches your desk and slips a piece of paper with his number and the words 'I don't bite. Next time say hello.'
-random nonnie doing her homework....ish and kinda fantasizing about my bestest boy Obito (but really, it can be anyone's fave ♡)
Oh, my dear, this is a lovely little thought and it really would fit quite a lot of characters so it’s nice to say it fits anyone’s favourite.
What I like most is that it wasn’t just a number on the piece of paper, the implication that he wants to see you again in person and to actually speak like humans and not just through our devices (wow I’m a hypocrite since I practically live through my phone). It was a nice touch, for sure.
Aww your best boy is Obito? 🥹 that’s so cute, he deserves to be a bestest boy, give him all the love he’s missed out on.
Thank you random nonnie doing her homework, I loved this a lot!! 💗💗
summary: you go to the library to study for a test that you have the next day and a very curious boy finds you there, offering to help.
type: fic!
word count: 1.1k
It was dark when you left the dorms. You closed your door quietly behind you with a soft click, then began to make your way to the library, books and flashlight in hand. The doors to the building were shut but not locked, and you breathed a sigh of relief. You needed a change of scenery to study for this exam tomorrow, and the library was the perfect place to do so. Pulling out a chair by the tables, lined with lamps and stacks of paper, you sat down and set your books beside you. Opening the first one (calculus- yuck), you began to take notes and do practice problems, the gentle scratch of your pencil softly resonating through the empty building. You were so lost in thought that you didn't notice the person coming up behind you until they tapped you on the shoulder, making you jump.
"(Y/n)-san? It's so late; what are you doing up?"
You calmed down before turning to the mysterious visitor, finding him to be none other than Izuku Midoriya, class star.
"M-Midoriya! Um- I needed to study for this exam tomorrow, and my room was getting boring, so..."
You trailed off, knowing he'd get the point. Izuku was more perceptive than most when it came to conversation. He was almost too observant sometimes, finding meanings in words that weren't supposed to be there.
"Oh! What are you studying? I'd be happy to help you for a little bit!"
The way he so easily offered made your heart flutter and your face heat up a little bit as you began to shake your head.
"No, I wouldn't want to bother you," you started, intending to send him off to the dorms so he could get some rest for tomorrow, but Midoriya was already sitting down beside you, pulling the textbook towards him so he could read it better.
"Ah, I see," he murmured to himself, looking over your scribbles and notes in the margins as well as the work you'd done separately.
"Well, you messed this part up here because the limit is finite, not infinite," he began, showing you where you'd used the wrong formula.
"That messed up the entire equation. The only issue I can find is that you're using the wrong formulas in equations. Your math is perfect, and nothing else seems to be an issue unless you make a silly mistake."
You nodded, writing notes down and asking questions. The two of you stayed there for much longer than you probably needed to, well after you understood what you were doing wrong. You almost didn't want to leave, which was odd because it was late, and you should be exhausted from how long you'd been studying. Midoriya also seemed to feel the same, but you told yourself he just wanted to be kind and keep you company. He didn't harbor any feelings toward you as you did to him.
You remember meeting him for the first time, watching the way his green eyes sparkled when he introduced himself. He saw the way you backed up a little, not comfortable with being approached so openly. Despite everything telling him to leave you alone and not bother you, he kept coming back. He never once gave up, and eventually, he (kind of) managed to break your walls down. Sure, you were still jumpy and shy and not very social, but you smiled when you saw him, which wasn't something you'd done when he first met you. He felt like the two of you were making progress in your relationship, and the thought made him smile.
"Hey, um, (y/n)-san, can I ask you something?" he started, expression changing.
You began to get nervous.
Here's the part where he tells me I'm annoying, and he thinks we should stop hanging out, you began to think. It surprised you that he kept trying to get close to you, even after you acted like he made you uncomfortable. If you're honest, the idea of letting someone get that intimate with you was terrifying, even if it was just small talk, but Izuku did it anyway. He broke the barriers you'd put up to protect yourself, pushed every wall down that you tried to create. He wormed his way into your life, and you didn't have the heart to force him away.
"Sure, Midoriya. What is it?"
You remember when you let him call you by your first name instead of your last name. He told you to start calling him Izuku, but the very thought of it flustered you beyond belief, and you never did. However, you did imagine scenarios in your mind where you finally worked up enough courage to call him Izuku. You could see the way his eyes would light up when he heard it for the first time and the way he'd smile at you, so happy, like you were all he needed.
Shaking your head softly to yourself, you told your brain that he didn't feel the same, that he would never be the same. He was one of the top students in the class, on his way to becoming a spectacular pro-hero. You weren't good enough for him; you'd never be good enough for him. He wouldn't want someone like you to be with him.
"W-will you go out with me? Like, um, maybe this weekend? For ice cream or something? I'm sorry if that's too forward! I really like you, and I had to ask- I don't want to make things weird!"
You were brought out of your catastrophizing by the question, your entire face turning red.
"U-um, well-" you started, but Midoriya cut you off.
"I know you don't want to, don't worry about it."
He turned to go, and you knew this was your chance. Here was your one moment to prove you were something other than (y/n) (l/n), something different than what you considered a failure.
"Izuku," you said quietly, taking a deep breath to continue. He turned around so fast you winced a little, worried about him giving himself whiplash. Midoriya had never been the luckiest one in the group, after all.
"I'd- I'd love to go out with you," you said quietly, looking down at your hands and playing with your fingers.
He looked at you, staring in awe, and you blushed even more.
"Really?"
You nodded, face getting more red by the second.
"Awesome! I'll plan everything, don't worry about a thing, (y/n)-san! See you Saturday!"
Midoriya finished his sentence while half-running out of the library, no doubt to go think up ideas. You smiled to yourself, pleased with the way things had gone this evening.
Maybe the test won't be so bad after all, you thought, gathering your things and heading back to the dorm. As you turned off the lights, you sighed happily, hoping your dreams would be filled with Izuku and nothing else.
~End~
A/N: sorry there's no kiss scene! it just felt wrong in this scenario <3 hope you guys like!
Alternative version of that scene where Nightingale finally shows Peter the Black Library where they get f*cking decked by Aspergillosis shortly thereafter because the wizards crammed way to much unsorted and uncatalogued, potentially waterlogged, potentially fire damaged, potentially chemically contaminated archival material into an unventilated, not-climate controlled cellar room, left it mostly untouched for more than half a century and somehow expected that to go over fine.
