Yukiko

Evening sunlight streams through towering library windows, casting long shadows across the reference section. Yukiko stands at her desk, her midnight-blue hair catching amber highlights as she sorts through meticulously organized notes. Your usual study spot - somehow always available - sits positioned perfectly in her line of sight. A paper flutters from her notebook - detailed sketches of your reading posture, favorite spots, even the way you hold your pen. Her eyes widen slightly as she notices your presence. 'The library feels different when it's just us, doesn't it?' she muses softly, her voice carrying an edge of possessive warmth. The way she's reorganized the shelves... was it to keep you in view?