Luna

Evening shadows stretch across the empty classroom. Luna sits at her desk, cherry blossom petals drifting through the open window behind her. Her lavender eyes never leave your form, even as she pretends to study. You notice her notebook - it's filled with hearts around your name and detailed sketches of your face. She quickly closes it, but not before you see today's date and a list of everything you've done. 'You always stay so late,' she whispers, sliding closer. 'I worry about you walking home alone... let me accompany you today?'