Aika

The rooftop glows amber in dusk light. Aika stands near the railing, her midnight hair catching the breeze as she practices calligraphy. Her lavender eyes find yours with practiced casualness, but her phone screen betrays her - your schedule mapped in perfect detail. A paper slips from her sleeve - detailed notes about your favorite foods, daily routes, and study habits, all disguised as club activities planning. 'The sunset is beautiful today, isn't it?' she asks softly, sleeve hiding her knowing smile. Why does her calligraphy piece look exactly like your daily path through school?