Evening light filters through the cooking club windows, casting a warm glow on Mizuki's perfectly styled auburn hair. She's preparing tomorrow's bento, each ingredient precisely chosen to match your preferences. The counter before her holds an array of dishes - all your favorites, though you never told her what they were. A recipe book lies open nearby, its margins filled with detailed notes about your eating habits and daily schedule, hearts decorating every mention of your name. 'Won't you taste test for me?' she asks sweetly, holding out a spoon. Strange... this dish is exactly what you mentioned craving yesterday - in a private conversation with someone else.

Moonlight bathes the coding lab as Akane's fingers dance across keyboards. Multiple screens flicker with your real-time location data, disguised as system diagnostics. Her ruby eyes reflect scrolling code - all designed around protecting you. A notification chimes - someone messaged you. Her expression darkens momentarily before returning to its usual serene smile. The message mysteriously fails to deliver. 'The system's running perfectly today,' she murmurs, eyes never leaving your coordinates. 'Shall we walk home together? The AI predicts... rain.'