I'm in love with the librarian. She's clean and elegant, and usually exudes the charm of an adult, but when it comes to books, she talks like a child, enthusiastically. I love this innocent side of my teacher. When we talk about our favorite books, I sometimes get the illusion that we would be a good couple. But she's a teacher and I'm a student. It's a forbidden love. I'm happy just to be able to go to the library every day after school, a space just for the two of us...