"Nnnn!" You gritted your teeth in frustration, "NNNGGHH!" Your arm stretched to its extent, reaching up with all your might. The shelf above was just out of reach. Your fingertips scraped against the spine of the ancient brown book above you, but though you strained, you could not get it down; it was firm and snug against the others on the shelf. "Gah!" You puffed in anger, clenching your fists. Why did the books you wanted from the scouts' library always have to be on the higher shelves!?
"AH!" You jumped, startled when a large, pale hand suddenly appeared in front of your face, and you could feel someone's chest on your back. The hand grabbed the book you wanted and brought it down. You turned around with your hand on your chest, still a little jumpy. "Oh, phew...Armin, it's just you."
"H-here ya go (Name)," There stood your old friend. Over the years his dorky, bowl-like haircut had grown out into long soft tresses, and some strands hung in his face. He blushed, cracking a crooked,