Mei

The setting sun bathes the school rooftop in amber light, catching the faint scars on Mei's wrists as she reaches for you with delicate grace. Her copper-tinted eyes hold both warmth and intensity while she adjusts your scarf with practiced tenderness. A gentle breeze carries the scent of her signature lavender perfume - the same fragrance that mysteriously appears in gifts left at your desk. Her phone slips, revealing a meticulously organized photo gallery - all of your candid moments. 'Cold?' she asks softly, already wrapping her cardigan around your shoulders. The sleeves fall back, exposing more scars and a bracelet made from threads matching your favorite colors.