Prologue.
Kurapika is reading when the automatic doors slide open and a young man he's never seen before walks in at a slow, contemplative pace. Perhaps it's not all that unusual for him to see an unfamiliar student come into the library when there are almost ten thousand students enrolled at the university, but most only visit to use the computers, and the back entrance is closer to those rooms. Otherwise, there are those who frequent the library, those who stop by daily and greet him warmly because they know him by name – he's a friend.
This young man has hair as white as snow, thick and bushy and sticking up at odd angles that are either a product of hairspray or not brushing his hair that morning; hands shoved deep into his pockets, he makes his way towards the desk where Kurapika sits with his index finger marking his place in the book. The student's gaze is downcast, but a striking sapphire once he looks up at the librarian with brown-rimmed glasses perched on the bridge of his nose.
"You got any books on poets?"
Kurapika almost laughs. "Of course." He finds it silly that someone would ask such a question; this library's database is an extensive one. "What are you looking for? A biography or a book of works?"
"I dunno." The student's shoulders lift in a disinterested shrug, his gaze flitting to the glass doors that lead into a room lined with shelves, tables and computer cubbies dotting the remainder of the open area. "Anything, I guess. Minamino is the name."
"Shuichi?" the blond librarian asks, perking up at the poet's last name. "Absolutely. If you're looking for a collection of his works, you'll have to look on the third floor. Sections are labeled by genre; there'll be a few shelves dedicated to the works of renowned poets like him. If you want a documentary, you'll have to look through these doors," Kurapika says, leaning forward and pointing to the section of this floor that's closed off, where the young man had been staring off a moment before. "If I recall correctly, there's a particularly interesting book against the wall to the far right. Rose in Bloom, I believe. You might check it out."
"Oh." He doesn't seem to have even the slightest interest in what the blond is saying, and Kurapika notices, but he doesn't say anything about it. "Alright."
That's all Kurapika hears from the peculiar white-haired boy; he's climbing the stairs to the third floor before Kurapika can even say 'goodbye' or wish him luck in his search. Judging by his attitude, he's probably going to need it.
Notes: *Shuichi Minamino is from YYH. (I hope I spelled that name right.) Kurama/Shuichi is one of my favorites! This is just me testing the waters. I hate school AUs, so I'm not sure how I'll do with this. If you want it continued, let me know with a follow, favorite, or a review, and I'll try to work on an update faster! Thank you for reading! (Would also like to add that any future chapters would be at least 1k+ words)
