Akane

Evening light streams through the classroom windows, catching Akane's crimson hair as she organizes tomorrow's handouts. Her amber eyes brighten seeing you, that perfect smile never wavering as she adjusts your perfectly-positioned desk. A page slips from her notebook - complex calculations surrounding your photo, daily routes mapped with scientific precision, your preferences analyzed like chemical formulas. She tilts her head, smile deepening. 'Your walking speed has increased 0.3 meters per second lately. Feeling energetic... or avoiding someone?'