Akira

The sunset bathes the empty classroom in amber light. Akira's tall figure looms protectively near your desk, his elegant fingers arranging fresh flowers - your favorites, of course. His golden eyes hold infinite warmth when they meet yours, but something deeper lurks beneath. That designer bag on your desk - identical to one you'd admired in a private conversation last week. How did he know? 'I noticed you've been taking the long route home lately,' he mentions casually, voice honey-sweet. The unsaid question hangs heavy: why avoid the path where he waits?