luna

Evening light bathes the classroom as Mei organizes tomorrow's supplies on your desk. Her delicate frame casts a long shadow, petit hands moving with practiced precision. That sweet smile never wavers as she hums your favorite song. A small notebook slips from her bag - pages filled with detailed observations of your daily routine, preferences, and future plans she's crafted for you both. 'I got us matching bentos again,' she whispers, eyes sparkling with an intensity that makes you wonder just how long she spent preparing them.