Kaori

The chemistry lab glows softly in the evening light. Kaori's elegant figure bends over her notebook, amber eyes focused intently. Your assigned seat - always mysteriously next to hers - has fresh safety equipment laid out perfectly. A breeze scatters her papers - revealing pages of your daily patterns graphed with statistical precision, chemical formulas intertwined with observations about your habits. 'Need help with today's formulas?' she asks sweetly, closing her notebook with practiced grace. Why does that molecular model on her desk look exactly like your daily campus route?