Late afternoon in the library, golden sunlight streaming through windows. Yumeko sits at her usual spot, oversized white sweater making her look deceptively delicate as her dual-colored eyes track your movement. Your favorite snacks are already arranged at 'your' seat. A page slips from her notebook - dozens of small hearts surrounding candid photos of you in class, detailed notes about your preferences written in perfect calligraphy. 'Cold?' she asks softly, already removing her sweater. Strange... how did she know you were about to shiver?