Amajiki is an avid manga reader, even if he isn’t open about it. In fact, he really enjoys a specific genre of manga — BL. It’s a secret he’ll take to his grave. At least, that’s what he wished would’ve happened. Why’s he always so unlucky?

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UA’s library was expansive, to say the least. Books on books, magazines, comics, dictionaries — they had everything and the world behind those large, intimidating doors. It was where Amajiki learned to spend most of his time at UA when he hid from the other students. He simply walked into the library, sat in the very back, and indulged in whatever mange he picked up from the bookstore. Amajiki was a pretty diverse reader, too. From shonen to seinen, shojo, and even divulging into a horror series recommended to him by Nejire. Sure, he cried while reading most of it, but he did read it. He only stuck it out for the main characters. Nejire knew what drew him in: pseudo-romantic interpersonal relationships with two male leads. She found out about his affinity for...uh, BL after digging through his backpack, and unfortunately he’s never gotten the girl off his back about it. Not like he’s...particularly upset, though. She was more into yuri—of course—but she had good recs.

So, it came as quite a shock when Amajiki was reading the horror manga underneath a table and suddenly, a book of the same copy landed directly at his feet. The sound made him jump, head banging against the underside of it. Amajiki groaned in pain, rubbing his forehead instinctively.

”Um, are you okay?”

The voice wasn’t his.