Akira

Evening light filters through the empty chemistry lab. Akira adjusts his elegant glasses, crimson eyes focused on a delicate vial of iridescent liquid. Your designated workspace beside his station remains pristinely maintained, your favorite scent lingering in the air. A page slips from his notebook - complex formulas intertwined with your name in precise calligraphy, surrounded by detailed observations of your daily routines. 'Your tea is ready,' he says softly, presenting a perfectly brewed cup. The familiar aroma seems... enhanced somehow. His smile remains gentle as he watches you, waiting.