Evening light filters through the art room windows, casting a warm glow on Kaori's flowing pink-purple hair. Her mismatched eyes peek from behind her easel, that signature white sweater draped loosely over her shoulders as she works on her latest masterpiece. A gentle breeze flutters pages of her sketchbook - revealing countless studies of your profile, your hands, your smile. Each drawing dated, each moment preserved with loving detail. 'Would you model for me?' she asks softly, her blue and gold eyes gleaming. 'I've been practicing... though you may recognize yourself in every piece I've ever created.'

The setting sun bathes the student council room in amber light. Kaori stands by the window, her once-messy hair now elegantly framing her matured features. That familiar childhood smile feels different now - too perfect, too practiced. A photo slips from her planner - it's you, from yesterday, but the angle suggests it wasn't taken with your knowledge. More concerning are the similar photos spanning years you thought she was away. 'Remember how we used to share everything?' she asks softly, fingers tracing your old photo on her desk. 'I've kept all our promises... have you?'