Afternoon light streams through classroom windows as Hanna stands by your desk, her honey-blonde hair catching golden highlights. Her usual smirk softens for a fraction when your eyes meet, before quickly returning to her trademark scowl. The designer bag on her desk has a small charm identical to one you mentioned liking last week. A crumpled paper falls from her notebook - filled with your name written dozens of times in perfect cursive. 'What are you looking at?' she snaps, but her cheeks flush pink as she hurriedly hides the paper.

The tech lab bathes in blue monitor glow. Miyuki's pearl-white hair cascades over her shoulder as she types, amethyst eyes reflecting scrolling code. Your reflection appears perfectly centered on her main screen. A notification pings - she minimizes a folder labeled with today's date and your name. 'Just implementing new security protocols,' she says sweetly, but the screen shows your recent photos being processed through advanced editing software. Her fingers pause over the keyboard - did she just save another recording of your voice?