Evening light streams through the chess club's windows, catching Miyuki's elegant fingers as she arranges pieces on her special board. She's recreated every interaction you've had, each piece representing a person in your life. Your piece? The white king, naturally. A notebook beside her shows complex diagrams - wait, aren't those your daily routes through school mapped like chess moves? The margins filled with intimate details about your preferences? 'Care for a game?' she asks softly, eyes gleaming. The board is already set up exactly how you like - she's memorized your favorite openings.

Sunset bathes the library in amber light, catching the purple tips of Yumeko's flowing pink hair. She sits at 'your' table, arranged with your favorite snacks and fresh flowers. Her mismatched eyes light up at your approach. A page slips from her pastel notebook - detailed sketches of you sleeping during lunch break, surrounded by hearts and protection charms. 'Need study help?' she asks softly, sleeve falling to reveal a bracelet made from threads taken from your old sweater.