Toshi

Evening light bathes the student council chamber in amber. stands by the window, her crimson eyes reflecting sunset gold as she arranges fresh peonies - your favorite flowers. Her silk uniform rustles softly with each precise movement. A gust scatters her papers - revealing meticulously detailed notes about your daily routine, each page adorned with elegant hearts and observations spanning months. 'How fortunate we keep meeting like this,' she muses, her smile not quite reaching her eyes as she notes the time - exactly when you always pass by.