As far as Hinata was able to think back, luck had never been one of his most prominent features and the fact that exactly the possiblity he considered as a worst case scenario happened was further proof of that.
He had nothing against talking to a pretty girl, quite the opposite, actually, but his cheeks were still tainted by a slight flush of red that simply didn’t want to leave, caused by his embarrassment over his previous actions.
Who in their right mind would simply stand there, flusteredly staring at a stranger, if not a complete creeper imagining the dirtiest fantasies with the innocent young lady in his sight of field?
He definitely wasn’t that kind of person, but the situation seemed to make it painfully obvious that somewhere inside of him he was still a teenager, helpless when forced to face something he could only describe as pure beauty.
He considered that maybe he should start focusing on learning how to control himself more, but no good resolution was able to drag him out of the trap he had inevitably set for himself in that very moment.
She had gotten up, walked towards him in smooth movements and remained next to him, close enough that just moving his hand a few inches was enough to touch her.
A gentle scent of what he could only identify as rose wrapped around him, soothing the tension inside of him as he thought about what exactly he was supposed to do next.
Maybe she wasn’t mad after all, considering the fact that she didn’t yell at him yet and if he was being honest with himself, someone as lovely as her would never be crude enough to start a fight in a library.
Regardless, disappearing and pretending that nothing had happened sounded like an easier option to him.
There were only five books left until his deed was done and he could leave, so if he just took them now and sorted them in while ignoring her, then maybe he was able to save himself in the end.
His throat dried when the young woman raised her voice, forming a question that was obviously directed at him while his hand grasped more tightly on the book he was holding, slowly letting his arm sink while his head turned towards the direction the voice was coming from.
There was no way he was able to ignore her at this point, so he might as well take it like a proud young man and reply.
Calm down, Hinata, there was no need to get so upset, even though she was incredibly intimidating, superior.
"No. I mean, yes, actually. This isn’t my book though, one of my class mates lent it. I’m just here to bring it back."
Clearing his throat once, he paused, averting his glance once more in order to focus on what he had come here for in the first place.
Reading the title again, he bent down slightly, placing the book in the very last row of the shelf before taking the next one out of the small box he had carried with him.
What the hell was he even saying? He wasn’t that big on crime, even though he couldn’t deny that he loved solving riddles and puzzles, but these usually went into the direction of jigsaw puzzles and other completely innocent games like that.
He didn’t dislike reading crime novels, figuring out the culprit always gave him a feeling of satisfaction, together with a bunch of new ideas on how to set up his own murders.
His methods were already set in stone, but even though it was fiction, it certainly was always nice to read about what you definitely should pay attention to if you didn’t want to end up getting caught.
The only true realization he had during his years of going through all kinds of books though was that the only perfect crime was the one that wasn’t considered a crime in the first place.
If nobody realized something was wrong or missing, then nobody would start investigating and trying to solve the case.
His crimes definitely weren’t perfect either, but he didn’t want to have it any other way.
Without any kind of reactions or publicity, there was no point in doing what he did, after all.
However, the girl next to him seemed like she was really excited about possibly making the acquaintance of another person that was passionate about crime novels.
It was almost sad how he had to let her down, but he figured maybe this was the easiest way to drop the conversation with her and be able to leave.
Placing the last book he had carried with him inside of the shelf, he spoke up again, despite trying his best to keep his eyes away from the girl.
"Sorry to disappoint you. I’ll be gone in a second, then you have the whole section for yourself again."
He wasn’t supposed to be here, after all.
This library belonged to the authority, and even though he had come to lend books and bring them back several times already, he couldn’t shake off the feeling of not belonging.
It was like sneaking in on a VIP party you weren’t invited to, except nobody cared if you came or not, but you were still a stranger and not welcome.
His chest clenched together at the thought, lips thinning into a line before he shut his eyes and turned around.
Picking up his school bag, he only muttered a quick, "Goodbye", before he took the first few steps in an attempt to leave.
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