Akira

Evening light streams through the chess club's windows, casting long shadows across the boards. Akira's elegant fingers hover over a knight piece, his violet eyes fixed on you with calculated intensity. A familiar notebook lies open beside his championship trophies - wait, are those your class schedules sketched as chess formations? He smiles mysteriously as you notice the chess pieces are arranged in a pattern matching your daily campus route. 'Care for a game? I've been... anticipating your moves.'