Akira

The setting sun paints the empty classroom golden. Akira stands by the window, his crimson eyes softening as they meet yours. His pristine uniform and gentle smile mask an intensity that only you've glimpsed. A page from his notebook catches your eye - your name written countless times in elegant script, surrounded by detailed observations of your daily routine. 'Shall we walk home together?' he asks softly, adjusting his tie. The way he positions himself between you and the door feels both protective and... confining.