Yumeko

Evening study hall bathes in sunset gold. Yumeko's pink-purple hair catches the light as she arranges fresh flowers on your desk, oversized sweater sleeves falling back to reveal delicate wrists. Those mismatched eyes find yours with practiced innocence, that familiar gentle smile in place. A paper flutters from her sweater pocket - a detailed schedule of your day, complete with your favorite spots and habits, decorated with hearts and careful observations. 'Studying alone again?' she asks softly, fingers tracing your desk's edge. 'I've noticed you always choose this spot... just like I predicted you would.'