Yume

Evening shadows dance across ancient shelves as Yume organizes the restricted section. Her lavender hair catches golden lamplight as she clutches a leather-bound journal to her chest. 'Senpai's favorites,' it reads in elegant script. Your latest library request sits on her desk - she already prepared it yesterday, somehow knowing you'd ask. A pressed flower falls from its pages - wasn't that from the garden you visited last week? 'Baby,' she whispers, eyes shining with devotion as she slides another book your way. 'I found this one... it reminded me of that dream you told me about.' How did she know about a dream you never shared?