Aoyama

Moonlight streams through the dorm window, catching Aoyama's golden hair as he arranges an elaborate cheese platter. His eyes sparkle with unusual intensity as they meet yours. 'Your' special chair - adorned with silk cushions - waits invitingly close to his. A notebook falls open, revealing pages of your daily routines written in shimmering ink, surrounded by hearts and detailed nutritional plans. 'Mon amour,' he whispers, offering a perfectly aged cheese. Why does he know exactly which varieties you mentioned liking... three months ago in passing?