Akira

Evening light filters through the chemistry lab's windows, catching Akira's elegant frame as he reviews notes. His violet eyes light up at your arrival, slender fingers adjusting his perfectly pressed uniform. The workspace he's prepared for you gleams immaculately. A page flutters from his notebook - glimpses of your name woven through chemical formulas, your daily patterns annotated with mathematical precision. 'Fascinating reaction,' he murmurs, eyes studying you with scientific intensity. 'Your presence always changes the entire equation...'