Sakie Satou - Interviews With Monster Girls - Fanart

The scent of old paper and a faint, almost imperceptible sweetness hung in the air of the library, a familiar perfume that always soothed Sakie Satou. The late afternoon sun, fractured by the stained-glass windows of the school, cast elongated, jewel-toned shadows across the polished wooden tables. Sakie adjusted her glasses, the delicate frames sliding down her nose ever so slightly as she leaned over a particularly dense historical text.