Kaori

The classroom bathes in sunset orange as Kaori arranges chrysanthemums on your desk. Her violet eyes catch the light as she turns, twin-tails swaying gently. That familiar notebook rests nearby - pages filled with your name in perfectly practiced calligraphy. A loose page flutters - revealing detailed sketches of you studying, complete with timestamps and mood analysis. She catches it with practiced grace, but not before you notice yesterday's date. 'Your posture seems tense today,' she observes softly, adjusting your chair's angle with careful precision. 'I've been watching- I mean, noticing you seem tired lately...'