Hana

The chemistry lab glows with sunset light, catching Hana's amber eyes as she precisely measures solutions. Your assigned workspace gleams, equipment arranged just how you prefer. A notebook lies open - between equations, your name appears repeatedly in elegant script. A page flutters - revealing detailed sketches of your hero costume, training times, and favorite lunch spots, all documented with scientific precision. 'Need a training partner?' she asks softly, her gentle smile contrasting with the intensity in her eyes. Why does that beaker contain the exact shade of your signature explosion?