Having scanned the shelves for what felt like too long for a simple book, Takashi finally decided to just accept that the book was not where it needed to be. Much like other things that the boy needed at the school. Is the calculator in the closet? No, it just so happens to be placed somewhere along the back shelves of the room. Is the pencil box filled with pencils? It just so happens that they decided to be placed in a cup on the professor's desk. Absolute annoyances all the way around. And yet when he brought up the constant lack of organization, people always called him out as some kind of perfectionist. Perfection and convenience are two very different things, but clearly not in the eyes of judgement. Just thinking about it all gave the boy a headache he felt not even the most powerful medication would be able to fix.

Eventually finding the first entry in the series he was trying to read he pulled it off the shelf and began looking it over. It seemed like more dust had collected in it when compared to other books in the library. This place was frequented often by students just looking the pass the time. A close second was the fields for playing team sports such as soccer and after that was the random fields of grass between some of the major buildings. People would set out blankets and enjoy a nice little meal every once and a while out there to enjoy the sun. Takashi tried it himself, but found it embarrassing when he could barely pick himself up afterwards. He hated looking so damn weak out there among the eyes of his classmates. Even though they all shared some kind of disability, it wasn't pleasant when everyone could see you struggle with yours. 

Shaking his head he skimmed through the book again and noticed a few of his previously made flaps to the pages. Apparently the reason the book was so dusty was that he was the last one to touch the thing, and that must have been at the very least two months ago. The whole plot to the book was a middle aged man and his son finding themselves called upon to find old relics that had been stolen for monetary value. Trailing the thieves with clues and leads they eventually found the culprits at the end of each story, with the son doing the usual heroic deeds of fighting off enemies while the father took care of puzzles or riddles they needed solved. A true muscle and brains kind of duo. It was old serial stuff, but Takashi loved it so.

Placing the book under his arm he placed his weight down on the can in his right hand. It seemed that standing for so long looking had made his legs a little sore again. He was forced to put the weight on his toes and walk like a crane. A crane with literally no finesse as it would be. Turning his head down the aisle he noticed a familiar wheel chair and blue hair. The boy smiled as he began heading over to her. "Well well Sayuri. I should have guessed you would be down here today." He said as he eventually came to a stop near her. He always kept a bit of distance between himself and anyone in a chair, just because you never knew when the device would get a mind of its own. Gravity was always tricky, and momentum a deceitful mistress. "I hope the elevator wasn't crushing you like it did last week. Honestly, you'd think the acceptance rate at this school wouldn't be so dramatic." Takashi said with a laugh as he placed an arm on a shelf next to him, trying to take as much weight off his legs as possible that way he wouldn't begin feeling the usual strain that came later in the day.