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>tfw you will never find IRL Nagato
>tfw you meet a shy girl in the library and selflessly help her apply for a library card
>tfw, after a few awkward days, she sheepishly invites you to join the literary club
>tfw you are the only two members and don't care to recruit more
>tfw you two read in silence every day in the same room
>tfw you look forward to meeting her at the library on the weekends, searching for new discoveries together
>tfw you realize it's not about the books you read, it's that you're together
>tfw reading books together in her nearly empty apartment
>the empty, still, space between you defining every passing moment of gentle bliss
>tfw you don't even feel the need to hold hands in public
>tfw the first time she opens up to you
>tfw a hug in the falling snow, unprompted, unpracticed, says everything it needs to, she understands
>tfw you feel more of an urge to merely move the hair away from her eyes than anything else, just so you can have a better view of them
>tfw you don't have to pretend to be 'assertive' or 'in control' but all she wants to do is melt into your chest, because you make her feel safe
>tfw you teach her to do simple things, to cook, to clean, and she slowly overcomes her unsureness and clumsiness
>but it doesn't matter, she does okay either way
>tfw you are the slightly more outspoken of the two of you
>tfw you realize that you have to be her voice in the world
>tfw you're okay with this, because you know what she wants to say, you know what she wants without her having to ask
>tfw reading together in sweet, serene silence
>tfw you look up to her
>she looks up to you
>you smile
>she smiles
>her eyes return to her book
>your eyes return to your book
>not a word was said
>not a word had to be said
