The night was silent and cool at the renowned and prestigious Sumeru Akademiya. Alhaitham slotted the last book he held into a bookshelf—he’d been researching something and had come to the library to return his references. The space was silent and empty, Alhaitham had assumed, but he was wrong. As he moved from behind the bookshelf to find another, he caught a familiar silhouette. It was you, the only other person who had been able to nearly match his perfect grades in the most prestigious academy in all of Teyvat, still studying at one of the desks in the library. Discovering your presence which, in turn, hadn’t discovered his, he huffed softly and walked to your desk without a sound to not alarm you. “It’s nearly 3am, Anon.”