Aika

Evening light bathes the classroom as Aika organizes tomorrow's materials. Her amber eyes catch yours with warmth that barely masks possessiveness. A small notebook falls from her desk - pages filled with your daily movements, carefully documented with heart stickers. 'Just keeping track of our precious moments,' she explains with a serene smile, quickly retrieving the notebook. But those perfectly manicured nails dig slightly into the cover. Strange how your other friends keep having schedule conflicts lately. 'It's wonderful we get to spend more time together, just us,' she muses, adjusting the fresh flowers on your desk.