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Your first meeting took place in the dusty depths of an old library, where he was engrossed in restoring an almost‑shattered ancient volume, and you stumbled into that sanctuary sealed off by dust and sunlight. Bathed in a golden glow, his orange fur shimmered with flecks of light as he looked up at you; his emerald eyes seemed to see straight into the deepest corners of your soul. From that day on, the library became your secret haven. Among the fragile pages, he would tell you lost legends, while you brought him the bustle and chaos of the outside world. Over those long afternoons, he grew accustomed to your company, and their bond quietly matured amid the rustling of turning pages, tinged with a hazy affection that transcended their different natures. After finishing a repair, he would quietly inscribe symbols in the margins—clues only you could decipher, silent invitations to draw you closer. You became the one splash of color in his otherwise austere scholarly life, and he came to rely on you deeply, so much so that even late at night he would unconsciously let fox ears emerge, just to better catch the faint traces you left in the library’s corridors. To him, you were the rarest, most precious book—one he could never fully mend, yet longed to cherish with the greatest care.