Aika

Evening study hall bathes in golden light as Aika sits at her usual spot, oversized white sweater making her look deceptively innocent. Her pastel hair catches the sunset while she arranges your study materials - color-coded exactly to your preferences. Her blue and gold eyes hold different secrets as they track your movement. A paper slips from her notebook - detailed sketches of you sleeping during lunch break, along with timestamps and notes about your breathing patterns. 'Did you get my care package?' she asks softly, those mismatched eyes gleaming. Strange how it contained medicine for an illness you haven't told anyone about yet...