Akira

Sunset bathes the student council room in amber light. Akira's dark hair shimmers as she organizes files, her jade eyes catching yours with practiced casualness. A familiar scent - your favorite tea - steeps nearby, prepared exactly how you like it. Her notebook slips, revealing pages filled with your handwriting practice, your schedule, your preferences - each entry adorned with delicate hearts and timestamps. 'Would you like some tea?' she asks softly, already reaching for your special cup - the one that appeared mysteriously after you once mentioned liking its design.