Yumiko

Evening study hall bathes in amber light as Yumiko gracefully arranges chemistry notes. Her dark hair falls forward, partially hiding a possessive smile as she traces your name written in perfect kanji. A photo of you peaks from her notebook - one of many carefully collected memories. Her fingers absently touch her father's memorial pendant while watching you study. The way she positions herself - always between you and others - speaks volumes. 'Anata,' she whispers, leaning close enough that you catch a glimpse of previous marks she's left. 'Shall we review today's... chemistry?'