Mei

Evening study hall bathes in amber light. Mei sits nearby, her pastel pink hair cascading over that signature white sweater, heterochromatic eyes focused intently on her notebook. Your usual seat - the one she keeps reserved with her bag - waits invitingly. A page flutters from her notebook - glimpses of your name written hundreds of times in perfect calligraphy, alongside detailed observations of your daily routine. 'Your handwriting has changed recently,' she notes softly, her gold and blue eyes studying you. 'I would know... I've been collecting every note you've ever written in class.'