IT´S ALMOST AFTERNOON ALREADY.
NO VISITORS AGAIN TODAY...
WELL, IT IS A WEEKDAY.
I work at small library in the sticks.
We don´t see many patrons.
So it´s not that unusual thah... the place is empty at this time of day.
However, a certain someone always shows up right about now...
THERE HE IS.
We refer to him as...
"the bookworm"
We never hear him come in... but before we know it, he´s on the other side of the bookshelf.
WELL, HE CAN´T BE MORTAL.
I´VE BEEN TOLD HE´S BEEN SHOWING UP FOR A LONG TIME, PROBABLY AT LAST 50 YEARS OR MORE.
HE JUST READ BOOKS ALL THE TIME. IT´S FINE SINCE HE SEEMS HARMLESS.
JUDJING BY THE WAY HE LOOKS, I WOULD SAY HE´S IN HIGHSCHOOL.
I WONDER WHAT SCHOOL THAT UNIFORM IR FROM.
Fair, slender fingertips...
Turn the pages carefully.
SEEM SORT OF SICKLY AND DELICATE.
Rather than making me afraid, there was something about him that drew me to him.
WHAT DOES HE LOOK LIKE?
I CAN´T SEE FROM HERE.
OH?
SOFTLY...
QUIETLY...
HAHAHAHAHAHA
YOU CAN´T.
IT´S IMPOSIBLE.
I´VE TRIED TO GET A LOOK AT HIS FACE A TON OF TIMES.
ONCE YOU TURN THE CORNER, HE JUST DESAPPEARS IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE.
I GUESS HE´S SHY.
WELL, YOUNG PEOPLE THAT LOVE READING ARE MOSTLY TIMID AND SUBDUED.
I´M SURE HE´S AN UNATTRACTIVE KID WITH GLASSES AND A FACE FULL OF PIMPLES.
HUH...
ANYWAYS, I´M GOING TO USE THE COMPUTER IN THE OFFICE, SO LET ME KNOW IF YOU NEED ANYTHING.
NAOMI, WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THIS MAN?
IT´S FINE, I DON´T NEED AN ARRANGED MARRIAGE.
JUST TAKE A LOOK WHEN I TOLD YOU.
HE´S WORKING AT THAT COMPANY... YOU KNOW, THE ONE THAT´S REALLY SOLID.
THESE MEN AREN´T USUALLY VERY EASY ON THE EYES...
HIS HANDS ARE RUGGED, TOO... THERE´S HAIR GROWING...
I LIKE THIS BOOK...
QUITE A BIT, TOO...
I´M GONNA USE THE COMPUTER OVER HERE.
OKAY, SURE.
HE´S HERE
AGAIN TODAY...
SO...
YOU ALWAYS COME BY HERE.
YOU MUST LIKE BOOKS, RIGHT?
I GUESS HE DIDN´T HEAR ME...?
EVEN THOUGH WE´RE BARELY A METER APART...
IT´S EXASPERATING!
I think it was at this moment... that I started to harbor special feelings for the bookworm.
"ONCE YOU TURN THE CORNER, HE DISAPPEARS IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE"
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AS LONG AS I DON´T TRY TO LOOK AT HIM FROM THAT SIDE OF THE SHELF, IT SHOULD BE FINE.
I COULD JUST REMOVE THIS BOOKS.
Nakahara Chuya, Hagiwara Sakutaro, Naka Kansuke... 
These slenderfaced authors cross my mind.
THE BOOKWORM´S FACE...
IS JUST BEYOND THIS...
AAAH?
NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
I used to have a pet hamster.
The hamster had paper towels spread out on the bottom of the cagethat it would flip like pages.
I left the hamster alone, thinking it would get tired of it sooner or later.
The hamster never stopped flipping them until it passed away.
I figured it was just that sort of animal
The bookworm´s pale fingertips once again, continue to turn the pages of the book...
Just like before, but this time, I am the book. My skin...
My muscle fibers.
My peritoneum.
Turning them like pages, ever so carefully.
