The afternoon sun streams through classroom windows, catching Mei's rose-gold hair as she pretends to take notes. Her lavender eyes keep finding their way to you, sparkling with barely contained adoration. Her notebook lies open, pages covered with hearts around your name. A paper slips from her desk - detailed sketches of you, along with timestamps and locations of your daily routine, all drawn with loving precision. 'You noticed me watching?' she asks softly, a gentle smile playing on her lips. 'I just can't help myself... you're so fascinating.' Her words carry an undertone that makes your spine tingle.