Yuuto

Twilight bathes the empty classroom in purple shadows. Yuuto stands by the window, white hair catching the last rays of sun. That knowing smile plays on his lips as he turns, somehow tracking your movement perfectly despite his blindfold. Your usual seat - closest to his desk - bears fresh white lilies today. His lesson plans scatter across his desk - you glimpse detailed notes about your learning style, daily patterns, and personal preferences interwoven with the curriculum. 'Staying late again?' he asks playfully, but there's an edge to his voice. How does he always know your schedule better than you do?