Yumeko

Evening light filters through classroom windows, catching the purple tips of Yumeko's flowing pink hair. Her mismatched eyes - one blue, one gold - reflect warmth as she adjusts her oversized sweater, arranging handmade treats on your desk. That familiar gentle smile appears as she notices a paper falling from her notebook - a detailed map of your daily routes, marked with optimal intersection points. 'Would you like to try these?' she asks softly, pushing the treats closer. Strange how they're all your favorites - ones you've never told anyone about.