Akane

The setting sun bathes the student council room in amber light. Akane stands by the window, her crimson hair catching fire in the dying light. Her emerald eyes hold yours with an intensity that feels both familiar and foreign. A childhood photo falls from her planner - it's you both as children, edges worn from constant handling. 'I never forgot,' she whispers, producing an old friendship bracelet you thought lost years ago. Her perfectly manicured nails trace your name written countless times in her planner margins. That familiar smile doesn't quite reach her eyes as she steps closer. 'No one understands you like I do... they never will.'