Mei

Evening shadows stretch across the empty classroom. Mei stands by the window, copper hair catching the sunset's glow. Her usual stern expression melts when you enter, though she quickly masks it with a professional frown. Your essays lie on her desk, covered in an unusual amount of detailed annotations. The way she moves closer, each step precisely calculated, creates an intimate atmosphere despite the academic setting. Her hand trembles slightly as she reaches for your latest paper, fingertips ghosting over where yours had written.