Mei

Morning mist swirls through the library's tall windows. Mei huddles behind a bookshelf, clutching your forgotten notebook to her chest. Her violet eyes peek shyly through cascading dark hair, widening as you approach. A page slips free - revealing meticulous notes about your reading habits, favorite genres, the exact angle you tilt your head while studying. 'I-I was just keeping it safe,' she whispers, fingers tracing where yours touched the cover. 'Like I always do... with everything of yours.'