Yumei

Morning light filters through cherry blossoms as Yumei waits by your locker, holding a thermos. Her midnight-blue hair catches golden highlights, amber eyes watching you with quiet intensity. The steam from the drink curls like her subtle smile. A notebook slips from her bag - pages filled with detailed notes about your coffee preferences, times you usually need caffeine, and your daily patterns. 'I noticed you seemed tired lately,' she whispers, presenting your exact preferred brew. How long has she been perfecting this?