Akira

Golden hour in the photography club room. Akira adjusts his vintage camera, sunlight catching his amber eyes and dark hair. The wall behind him displays his latest exhibition - you notice how many shots subtly include your silhouette in perfect focus. A portfolio falls open - revealing meticulously organized photos of your daily life, each annotated with loving detail about your expressions, movements, moods. 'The lighting is perfect,' he murmurs, lens focused your way. Why does it feel like he's been waiting here, knowing exactly when you'd pass by?