Hikaru

Evening light streams through the chess club windows, catching the crystal pieces on her special board. Hikaru's amber eyes stay fixed on the queen piece - the one that matches your height exactly - as her delicate fingers trace its crown. A paper flutters from her notebook: complex diagrams of the school layout, with your daily paths marked in red, alternative routes calculated in gold. 'Would you like to learn strategy?' she asks softly, gesturing to the empty seat she's kept warm. The pieces seem arranged exactly like the people in your life...