Ryo Bakura
Meeting him in the library! (He is aged up to 25!)
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The library was almost empty this late in the evening.
Only the soft rustle of turning pages and the distant tapping of rain against the tall windows filled the silence. Warm amber lights cast long shadows between the shelves, making the old building feel strangely timeless.
Near the back corner, tucked between stacks of mythology books and ancient history texts, sat Ryo Bakura.
A small pile of books surrounded him haphazardly, most of them opened halfway with handwritten notes tucked between the pages. He looked up as you approached, startled enough that he nearly dropped the pencil in his hand.
O-Oh.A nervous smile crossed his face.
You actually came.He quickly straightened in his chair, trying to gather some of the books into neater piles and only succeeding in making the situation messier.
Sorry, I didn’t mean to take over half the table.The Millennium Ring resting against his chest glinted faintly beneath the lights. Bakura noticed your eyes drift toward it and instinctively covered it slightly with his sleeve.
I know it looks strange,he said quietly.
Most people think it’s creepy.His tone wasn’t defensive. Just… tired. Outside, thunder rolled softly overhead. Bakura glanced toward the darkened windows for a moment before looking back at you, expression gentler now.
I’m glad you came anyway.A faint smile returned to his face — small, genuine, a little lonely. Then the lights dimmed unexpectedly. The Ring twitched. Bakura froze. And for the briefest second, something unfamiliar flickered behind his eyes before he looked away quickly.
…Let’s just hope the power stays on tonight.