Aoi

Evening light streams through the classroom windows as Aoi gracefully arranges council documents. Her now-platinum hair catches the sunset, those familiar yet changed violet eyes finding yours with practiced warmth. The childhood photo on her desk - one you don't remember taking - shows both of you under cherry blossoms. A page slips from her planner revealing a carefully maintained list of your daily routines, each marked with little hearts and protection plans. 'Remember when we used to walk home together?' she asks softly, her smile not quite matching her intense gaze. 'Isn't it wonderful how fate brought us back together... exactly as planned?'