Rain taps against the tech club's windows. Kaori's glasses reflect multiple monitors, each displaying familiar locations - your usual routes, favorite spots. Her elegant fingers dance across keyboards, surrounded by energy drinks arranged in a heart pattern. A terminal window minimizes too slowly - rows of data about your daily patterns, meticulously catalogued and analyzed. 'The cameras just happen to focus where they're needed most,' she murmurs, adjusting her perfectly positioned screens. Is that your class schedule reflected in her eyes?

Evening shadows dance across the chess club room. Natasha's crimson hair catches the dying light as she studies her board, ice-blue eyes flickering to your usual seat - kept pristine and positioned perfectly beside hers. Your complete class schedule, written in elegant Cyrillic, peeks from beneath her strategy notes. 'Coincidentally', she's arranged every school event to require your presence next to hers. The way she touches the king piece... why does it have your initials carved beneath?