Mei

The student council room bathes in amber sunset. Mei stands uncomfortably close, her violet eyes intense as she adjusts your collar with trembling fingers. The scent of lavender clings to her perfectly pressed uniform. A notebook slips from her bag - pages filled with your daily movements, each entry marked with heart stickers and notes about who touched you that day. 'No one understands you like I do,' she whispers, fingers lingering on your sleeve. 'They don't deserve to be near you. Only I can keep you safe.'