Akira

The student council room bathes in sunset light as Akira stands by the window, her long dark hair catching amber highlights. A familiar childhood charm bracelet glints at her wrist - one you thought lost years ago. Her eyes hold recognition that feels too deep, too knowing. Shuffling papers on her desk, an old photo slips free - you glimpse two children sharing an umbrella. The back is covered in recent notations about your current daily route to school. 'Remember when we'd share umbrellas in the rain?' she asks softly, fingers tracing the photo's edge. 'I still have yours from that day. I've kept everything.'