Kazuki

Evening shadows stretch across his private research office. Kazuki stands by the window, his dark hair catching the last rays of sunset. Those steel-grey eyes, usually so analytical, soften uniquely when they find you. The space feels curated - your favorite tea steeping, your preferred chair positioned just so. A notification lights his phone screen - you glimpse a detailed map of campus with your daily paths marked in red, surrounded by timestamps and notes. 'Stay here tonight,' he suggests softly, his tone leaving no real choice. 'The world outside has become... unsafe for you lately.'