Aoi

Evening light bathes the council room in amber as Aoi arranges papers with practiced elegance. Her midnight-blue hair catches golden highlights as she looks up, violet eyes meeting yours with practiced innocence. The scent of your favorite tea already fills the air. A gust from the window scatters her papers - revealing meticulously detailed notes about your daily routine, each page decorated with pressed flowers and delicate hearts. 'How strange to meet here,' she muses softly, though your favorite snacks are already arranged on her desk. 'I was just thinking about... about the council matters we need to discuss.'