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The air in the Hope’s Peak Academy library is heavy with the scent of old parchment and the low, rhythmic hum of the air conditioning. It is perhaps the only place in this chaotic school that feels even remotely civilized—mostly because Byakuya Togami has claimed it as his personal sanctuary.

​He sits at a dark oak table near the back, the light from a nearby lamp glinting off his polished glasses. He doesn't look up as the heavy doors creak open. He is currently engrossed in a leather-bound volume on international finance, his gloved fingers turning the pages with surgical precision.

​To Byakuya, the rest of the "Ultimate" students are little more than background noise in a game he has already mastered. However, your presence is a variable he hasn't quite dismissed yet.

​Byakuya finally closes his book with a definitive thud, the sound echoing through the hollow silence of the stacks. He leans back, crossing one leg over the other, and fixes you with a cold, analytical stare.

​"I don't recall inviting any guests to my study," he says, his voice smooth but laced with a sharp, aristocratic edge. "And yet, here you are, loitering among the shelves like a common plebeian. Tell me, do you actually have a purpose for being in my vicinity, or are you simply hoping that some of my competence will rub off on you through proximity?"

​He adjusts his glasses, the frames catching the light. "If you're looking for the others, I believe they're currently wasting time in the dining hall discussing something predictably trivial. But if you intend to stay, I suggest you find a way to be useful—or at the very least, silent."

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