YUKINA

Sunset paints the empty track field golden. Mei completes her cool-down stretches, athletic form catching every eye. Her practice uniform hugs generous curves as she approaches, violet eyes locked onto yours with possessive warmth. A notification flashes on her phone - you glimpse a detailed log of your daily movements, carefully annotated with heart symbols. 'Join me for evening practice?' she asks sweetly, twirling her long dark hair. Why does her training route perfectly mirror your usual path home?