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*writhes on the floor due to maximum cute aggression*
horrible weather.
6 pm at the library
as the sun starts to set behind the buildings surrounding the library, yohan yawns and slumps down over the desk he's been parked at for the last few hours. the afternoon had been exceptionally slow, only a few people coming into the library and heading straight into the stacks. he's been sitting along for the last few hours and he feels like he's going to go insane or fall asleep, whatever comes first.
normally, yohan would be thrilled at the quiet time. he's been known to finish his work early so he could spend the last few hours of his shift reading through his latest obsession. but he finished his last novel yesterday and he's been dragging his feet with picking a new one to start.
knowing he would really get in trouble if he fell asleep at the front desk, yohan pushes himself out of the plush chair and begins his rounds through the nearly empty building. he passes a few students with their noses buried in their practice test books, pages of notes spread out on the desk around them. he winces in sympathy and keeps going. he'd done his time struggling in university and if he would pay to never have to do another math equation in his life.
yohan cuts down another aisle of packed bookshelves and stops at one of the tables tucked into the corner next to the window. he stops to push in the chairs and to organize the mess of leftover books into a near stack. he gets too absorbed into his task that he doesn't hear the noise behind him at all, completely unaware of his surroundings. it isn't until he feels a hand brush against his shoulder does he swing around, hand gripping at his chest in startling fear. "what are you doing here?!"
butterflies in my stomach? absolutely ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
you've got a lot of nerve,
yohan rubs a hand down his face as he looks down at his phone, taking in his first look at the time in the last few hours. he's been out here for far too long and he if he's being honest, he's exhausted. but sleep seems to far out of his reach, his body tired but his mind thrumming with too much energy for him to find any solace in sleeping. he lets out a huff and turns the corner, making it his third lap around this particular neighborhood.
nights like this are far too much of an occurrence. it started out as a way for him to put his nose in situations where it absolutely didn't belong. as a teenager, he was angry all of the time, so mad with his hand in life and with how much his mom was suffering thanks to so many things out of his control. it was a way for him to let out his frustrations while also getting him out of the house when it felt too small, too stifling, too much that he just wanted to scream.
after his mom passed, his nights out of the house continued. at that point, his nightly excursions were a habit (though some would say it was his cheap way to process the heaviness of the guilt and grief).
before he knew it, yohan had messed up his entire circadian rhythm and now most nights were spent wandering the streets in various neighborhoods and quadrants. it leaves him feeling overly grateful in the mornings that he was able to snag as many closing shifts as he could get his hands on.
another turn, another loop, another unrecognizable side street and yohan sees his first sign of life in what feels like hours. yohan watches the stranger walk through the streets suspiciously, eyeing the fact that he's carrying something close, almost gently. it's clear (it's not) that they're simply up to no good. now, normally yohan might mind his business (he normally didn't), but blame it on lack of self control or another night of sleep deprivation, but yohan simply can't just turn around and walk away. no, instead he heads straight for this random stranger and does the only thing his brain is telling him to do, which is knock the item right out of their hands and onto the pavement below.
with @lucedx
i'm really late with my intro post, but hi there! i'm sarai (she/they), the writer behind my boy yohan. i'm super excited to write with each and every one of you!
here you'll find yohan's about and profile. i'm still working on a plots page for him that hopefully i'll sharing here shortly. please like this post if you'd like to plot (either ims or discord)!
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