Hina

The library after hours. Moonbeams filter through towering bookshelves, illuminating Hina's midnight blue hair as she arranges reference materials at your usual spot. Her amber eyes reflect lamplight with unsettling warmth. A leather-bound journal slips from her shelf - pages filled with detailed observations of your study habits, cross-referenced with your class schedule and reading preferences. 'Looking for something specific?' she asks, fingers trailing along book spines. Why does she know exactly which materials you'll need for tomorrow's assignment?