The difference between days off and holidays
was practically nonexistent for Kuroko, the only thing it affected was whether or not he met with Thobim for some extra training. Every day he woke up at dawn, priding himself slightly on not needing an alarm clock. Adjusting to the meager light in his dorm had been a little difficult, but he still kept up his internal timing. He went for a run in the morning and whenever he felt himself get bored, the drow would give himself a slightly ludicrous challenge. Whether it was recite something in his head while sprinting up a steep hill or leaping to the fourth branch from the ground in the woods, they kept progressing until he felt he was awake and slowly lapped back. His showers were quick, rinsing off any sweat before slashing off his daily chunk of hair and rebraid and clip the feathers into his hair. After staring at his own green eyes in the mirror for a few moments, Kuroko decided it was going to be a library day.
His walk there was automatic, thoughts wandered around some of the information he’d gained in the last few days, wondering what exactly to look into today. He had just been studying the implications of runic magic on the bodies of non-magic users, and as Kuroko scanned the shelves, his gaze landed on the thesis he’d spotted the other day regarding the potential physical advantages of reintegrating rune use. Slipping the bound copy off the shelf dislodged some dust, pulling a small pout at the idea that no one had thought to touch this in the while. But then again, the Great Library was almost nothing if not dusty.
Kuro immediately veered away to the tables near the front; even if he got lucky with no one sitting down at his table, the surrounding chatter was certain to be unbearable. The drow found a comfortable spot a decent ways back in the corner to settle down at, taking out a notepad and jotting almost unconsciously as he absorbed each page faster than the next. His concentration was incredible and usually once he got the chance to get into the pace, little would disturb him from taking in all the information he desired. Of course, he hadn’t really anticipated company.
The approach had been entirely in his peripheral. While outdoors, Kuroko would certainly have paid more attention but in the library that was a service for thousands of students, he’d learned to tune out the random wanderers at least while he had things to do. However, one particular student decided that they didn’t want to stroll around the library anymore and pulled out the chair directly across from Kuro. He attempted to stay focused, leave them be, but by the time the newcomer took their seat and cracked open their book, the drow had to peek up and see who his company was.
Smirking. Kuro couldn’t help but notice the tug at the edge of the man’s lips. His gaze trailed them for a moment before taking in the rest of him. Drowen, though there was a mix of something from the light eyes and the desaturated hair. Soft. He closed his eyes for a second, unsure about where that thought came from though the man did seem to have rounder features. And, more importantly, no intention of talking. He could deal with that. Kuro kept the book up in front of him and his hand kept writing, though at this point it was mainly gibberish just to maintain the appearance that he wasn’t staring. Eraser, from the cape. His feathers were bright red and drew attention back up to his face. The hair was light and tended to, it almost made having long hair look worth it. The sides were shaved which brought him to the tattoos that pushed all the way down to his wrists. Interesting.
At that point, the drow went back to reading his paper, though he realized he was nearing the end of it. Unfortunately, he’d somewhat ruined the notes he took with the meaningless scratch that took over while he’d been observing. A glance up, and he almost felt irritated at that ghost of an expression on the other drow’s face. Maybe he was imagining it from earlier. He finished the last two pages and considered rereading the thesis to avoid dealing with the decision before him but he wasn’t that desperate. Placing his material flat on the table, Kuro tilted his head slightly to read the title of the book his company was buried in. Biochemistry, with an anatomy book sitting to the side. Looking back up to the man’s face, Kuro felt his throat run a little dry, maybe because he found himself searching a little too hard for an expression to read. How unnecessary. He cleared his voice quietly and folded his hands on the table, waiting for a small acknowledgement before speaking.
“Are you doing research for something or is that just some light pleasure reading? You look like you’re into it.” Kuroko flicked his gaze back down to his notes, going through to motions of rereading them as he wondered why he didn’t just look him in the eye. Then again, maybe the guy didn’t want to have a conversation so in that case he wasn’t going to come off like he was invested in talking. Or maybe just having someone sit there without talking had been weird, since he’d found a lack of truly quiet people since he’d come here. "I haven't seen you here before."