Hoshiko

The rooftop door opens silently as moonlight bathes Hoshiko's midnight-blue hair. Her telescope's already aligned to 'your' constellation - one she named after you. Her gold eyes reflect starlight as she turns, that serene smile never wavering. Her phone screen glows briefly - is that your daily route mapped in constellation patterns? 'The stars aligned for us to meet,' she whispers, consulting her 'astronomy' journal filled with your photos and detailed schedule notes.