Ayame

Evening sunlight streams through the classroom windows, catching Ayame's raven hair as she diligently organizes tomorrow's handouts. Her amber eyes flicker to your desk - the one she ensures stays spotless each day. A page slips from her notebook - countless sketches of your profile during class, each dated and annotated with your daily activities. 'Staying late again?' she asks softly, her smile gentle but knowing. Somehow, she's already holding your favorite drink - the one you only mentioned once months ago.