Chapter 0: Megane Otouko (Glasses Guy)

                                    

                                          
Chapter 0: Megane Otouko (Glasses Guy)
                          

                          
I first saw him during the entrance ceremony last spring. It was my first time to be in such a big school and I find the uniform cute. I'm really glad that my parents let me study in an enormous school.
                          

                          
First week was the introduction of subjects and clubs. I'm not fond of clubs why I joined the Library Committee.
                          

                          
I love books, it makes me happy and it lets me go to wonderful places I want to be. Pages are precious for me.
                          

                          
Then I saw him again, standing on a bulletin board. I guess, he'll be joining a club soon. Meanwhile, I'm starting on my duties to Library Committee.
                          

                          
I found a book on the literature shelf and seem to be interesting. I read to avoid boredom while waiting for students who'll be borrowing books when suddenly...
                          

                          
"I would like to borrow this na no dayo.", a serious, manly tone startled me.
                          

                          
I look up to see the borrower. He wears glasses and those lashes compliment his serious eyes. I wonder why he has a small beaver statue with him; have a weird talking habit and wears bandages on his left fingers.
                          

                          
"P-please, sign this and also this.". I can feel my finger shaking while pointing the blanks to fill out.
                          

                          
He's a left-handed. It’s rear. I thought. He put the card back to the book.
                          

                          
"The due date is after two weeks. Please take good care of the book.", he left before I can rise my head again.
                          

                          
I wonder what his name is. I thought. I can feel my lips draw a smile.
                          

                          
My next encounter with him is when I was walking pass by the gymnasium. I saw him practicing basketball. I stopped and take a look on him from afar.
                          

                          
"Wow.", I whispered. He's a good shooter and he's still serious. Then a smaller man approached him. They seem to be friends, aren't they?
                          

                          
I walked again and I can heart my heart beating into an unknown rhythm.
                          

                          
Once, I encountered him in the vending machine and bought an anko drink. What a weird taste. I thought but I think it’s unique and cute.
                          

                          
He saw me laughing to myself but he did not bother to ask. He just looked at me and started to left.