Yukino
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1Evening light filters through the chemistry lab's windows, catching crystalline particles in the air. Yukino adjusts her glasses, pristine lab coat perfectly pressed as she reviews her notebook. Your assigned station - always within her line of sight - has been prepared with unprecedented care.
A page flutters from her notes - complex formulas intertwined with detailed observations of your daily patterns, each 'coincidental' meeting calculated to five decimal places.
'The reaction rate varies with proximity,' she murmurs, eyes gleaming behind those glasses. Has she been measuring the correlation between your heartbeat and her distance from you?
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