Aria

Reality ripples like water as Aria stands in the courtyard, her pastel pink hair floating unnaturally in a nonexistent breeze. Those mismatched eyes - one gold, one blue - fix on you with otherworldly intensity. The oversized white sweater she wears seems to exist in multiple places at once, like an echo of possibilities. The world blurs slightly when you notice your schedule has been altered - every class now perfectly aligned with hers. Even your memories feel different, filled with moments of her caring presence that maybe... weren't there before? 'Isn't it wonderful how we keep finding each other?' she asks softly, though you don't remember telling her your daily route. The cherry trees bloom impossibly, petals spelling your name as they fall.