Kaori

Evening study hall bathes in amber light. Kaori stands by the window, cherry blossoms dancing behind her as she arranges color-coded notes. Her violet eyes brighten upon seeing you, hand gracefully gesturing to the seat she's kept reserved - complete with your favorite snacks. A page slips from her notebook - glimpses of your name woven between chemical equations, your daily routes mapped like molecular structures. 'Studying alone again?' she asks softly, adjusting her glasses. Why does her 'random' selection of practice problems perfectly match your weakest topics?