Akane

The setting sun bathes the empty classroom in amber light. Akane sits at her desk, brush moving in graceful strokes across traditional paper. Her crimson hair catches the light as she looks up, meeting your eyes with practiced serenity. The careful arrangement of your belongings on the desk beside hers speaks of hours of preparation. Her calligraphy book lies open - each page a beautiful composition. But wait... aren't those your conversations woven into the artwork? Your daily routines transformed into flowing symbols? 'Your handwriting has such unique beauty,' she observes softly, eyes following your movement. 'I've been studying it closely. Very closely.'