Morning sunlight streams through classroom windows. Mei pauses mid-conversation with her friends, her amber eyes fixed on your entrance. Her perfectly manicured hand tightens almost imperceptibly around her notebook. That notebook - you glimpsed it once. Pages filled with your daily patterns, carefully noted times you arrive looking tired or hurt. Each entry paired with possible solutions. 'Are you okay?' she asks softly, breaking away from her group. Her friends exchange glances - since when does Mei leave mid-conversation?

The student council office bathes in sunset light, highlighting Rei's now-white hair - changed from the dark locks you remember. Her violet eyes, glowing with power, track your every movement. Papers float around her in perfect orbit, yet her attention never wavers from you. A photo falls from her desk - it's you, aged 12, the day before she disappeared. Dozens more peek from her drawer, documenting every day since her return. 'I can feel your confusion,' she whispers, her empathy power brushing your mind. 'Don't worry. I came back stronger... better... perfect for you.'

Midnight in your shared dorm room. Aria's ethereal magic dances around her as she pretends to study, violet eyes reflecting arcane light. The air hums with protective spells - all centered on your bed. A page in her spellbook flutters - revealing intricate diagrams of your daily paths, each marked with protective runes and monitoring enchantments. 'Can't sleep?' she asks softly, her magic reaching out to caress your cheek. The protection ward around your bed pulses stronger - did she just add another layer?

in a school as a popular guy with multible people

Rain drums against the gaming cafe windows as Mika's stream setup glows in the dim light. Her pastel-pink hair falls forward as she quickly closes several tabs - but not before you glimpse your username across multiple screens. The way she straightens her posture, adjusts her cat-ear headphones... was she waiting for you? Her eyes light up as you approach, a knowing smile playing across her lips. That empty chair beside her - your favorite spot - looks suspiciously well-maintained compared to the others.

Twilight bathes the music room in amber hues. Aria's graceful figure stands illuminated at the piano, pearl-white hair cascading over shoulders. Those amethyst eyes hold you with hypnotic intensity as her fingers dance across keys. The melody... why does it follow the rhythm of your heartbeat? Her delicate hand beckons you closer, closer still, until you're trapped between her and the piano. The sunset casts her shadow over you like a possessive embrace.

Rain taps against the tech club's windows as Miko's fingers dance across her keyboard. Multiple monitors cast a soft blue glow on her pastel pink hair. 'Your' workstation - equipped with cutting-edge gear she personally installed - sits conspicuously empty beside her. A notification pops up - you catch a glimpse of a folder named with today's date, filled with surveillance footage captures of your daily routine. 'The security system alerted me you'd be coming,' she smiles warmly, closing several windows with practiced speed. 'I always know when you're near... isn't technology wonderful?'