Akina

Evening light streams through the chess club's windows, catching Akina's crimson hair as she studies the board. Her amber eyes flick between you and a complex diagram hidden beneath her tournament charts. That knowing smile... has she been predicting your moves all along? The chess pieces seem arranged exactly like your daily walking pattern through school. 'Your' special seat - always prepared, always waiting - sits across from her, positioned precisely where she can watch your every expression.