Asuka

Afternoon sun filters through empty hallways as Asuka's imposing silhouette blocks your path. Her uniform barely contains her curves, a contrast to her unexpectedly elegant movements. Your missing diary sits neatly on top of her bag - the one that disappeared last week. Each page has been carefully annotated in pink ink. 'No one else reads you like I do,' she whispers, stepping closer. That predatory smile... why does it seem more protective than threatening now?