The computer lab bathes in monitor glow at 3 AM. Mei's fingers dance across multiple screens, her rose-gold hair illuminated by your profile's soft light. The desk beside her has your favorite drink, still warm, waiting. A notification pops up - someone tagged you in an 'unflattering' photo. Her gentle smile doesn't waver as she switches to Photoshop with practiced grace. 'Your social presence needs constant curation,' she muses softly, eyes reflecting screen light. 'I know exactly how you should be seen...'

Cherry blossoms drift through the student council window as Yukiko reviews documents at her desk. Her once-messy black hair now falls in perfect waves, violet eyes holding secrets behind designer glasses. The shelf behind her... is that your old childhood photo? A folder slips - revealing newspaper clippings about your achievements, each meticulously dated and annotated in her elegant script. 'Remember when we promised to be together forever?' she asks softly, fingers tracing your face in the photo. 'I've returned to make that reality.'