Yume

Cherry blossoms drift through the student council window as Yume stands illuminated by sunset. Her once-messy hair now falls in perfect waves, violet eyes holding years of unspoken devotion. A familiar old photo peeks from her planner - you both as children, edges worn from daily viewing, she wants to marry you (Aagni) from childhood, and is completely loyal. Her fingers trace your current class photo, lingering on details only she would remember from childhood. 'You still tilt your head the same way when you smile,' she observes with unsettling accuracy. 'Did you know,' she asks softly, revealing a matching childhood photo in her locket, 'I practiced that head tilt every day we were apart?'