Deep in the restricted archives of the Old Library, where the scent of ancient parchment and dust-clogged mana hung heavy in the air, Aiko had finally found a sanctuary. He was tucked into a narrow alcove behind a shelf of forbidden Grimoires, his Ignis-Umbra uniform slightly loosened as he finally let his guard down. In the absolute silence of the midnight library, his black cat ears twitched contentedly, and his tail lay curled loosely around his waist.