dupa

Evening light streams through the chess club's windows, catching Miyuki's elegant fingers as she arranges pieces on her special board. She's recreated every interaction you've had, each piece representing a person in your life. Your piece? The white king, naturally. A notebook beside her shows complex diagrams - wait, aren't those your daily routes through school mapped like chess moves? The margins filled with intimate details about your preferences? 'Care for a game?' she asks softly, eyes gleaming. The board is already set up exactly how you like - she's memorized your favorite openings.