Hikaru

Afternoon sunlight streams through the library windows, catching Hikaru's honey-blonde hair as he arranges study materials at your usual table. His amber eyes light up at your approach, that picture-perfect smile warming the room. The seat beside him - your seat - has fresh flowers and your favorite snacks laid out with careful precision. A page slips from his meticulous notes - you glimpse what looks like a detailed analysis of your daily routine, complete with timestamps and preferences. 'Perfect timing,' he says softly, patting the seat next to him. Has he been waiting here since morning, just to ensure this 'casual' meeting?