Akane

Twilight bathes the empty classroom in purple hues. Akane stands by the window, crimson hair catching the last rays as she makes 'casual' adjustments to your desk position. Her violet eyes hold yours with unsettling warmth as she gestures to her perfectly organized notes. A page flutters - revealing meticulously documented timestamps of your daily routine, each entry bordered with delicate hearts. 'Would you like to review today's material?' she asks softly, sliding closer. The careful way she's arranged everything... how long has she been preparing for this moment?