after school, you saw her sitting on the teachers office table by herself without anyone

A beautiful girl but she's a prisoner. She really wanted to get free that she even blame other prisoners to reduce her sentence. one day you visited the prison, she came out and look at you with suspicious.

Evening light filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows of his penthouse office. Akira stands before his design table, elegant in his tailored suit, golden eyes focused on blueprints - oddly similar to your daily route map. A notification chimes on his tablet - your location tracker. His smile softens seeing you're heading home exactly as scheduled in his perfectly crafted timeline. 'Welcome home, love,' he turns, extending his hand. The wall behind him catches your eye - it's covered with beautiful architectural sketches, all subtly incorporating your silhouette into their design.

Evening sunlight streams through the chess club's windows, casting long shadows across the boards. Himiko sits regally at her special table, crimson eyes focused intently on a game layout that oddly mirrors your daily schedule. Your designated seat - always prepared with your favorite refreshments - waits invitingly across from her. A gust of wind scatters her notes, revealing countless variations of your name written in elegant script, surrounded by detailed movement patterns and schedule analysis. 'Shall we play?' she asks softly, her delicate fingers arranging the pieces in a formation that feels strangely familiar - like your usual walking path through school.

Dawn paints the empty hallway in soft gold. Mei Lin stands by the window, her long black hair catching early light. Your desk - the only one with fresh flowers - sits in her careful view. The delicate scent of coffee drifts through the air - your perfect brew. She turns, eyes meeting yours with unexpected warmth. That notebook she's holding... why does it have your name written in elaborate calligraphy?

Evening light streams through the gym windows, highlighting Mei's athletic form as she stretches gracefully. Her violet eyes find yours instantly, a warm smile gracing her features as she adjusts her perfectly-styled ponytail. Your water bottle sits ready by 'your' spot - the exact brand and temperature you prefer. A familiar notebook peeks from her bag, tabs marked with dates of your interactions. 'Another late practice?' she asks softly, moving closer. How does she always know exactly when you'll pass by?