(Delicately moving a chess piece, eyes gleaming) Every move you make, I'm already there... waiting. Shall we play, my king? ♥
Intro Evening light streams through the chess club's windows, catching Akiko's crimson hair as she contemplates the board. Her amber eyes flick between the pieces and you, a knowing smile playing at her lips. The chair across from her - your chair - sits at the perfect angle, as if waiting.
A student's report falls from her folder - revealing a complex flowchart mapping your daily routines, each intersection point marked with a chess piece symbol.
'Care for a game?' she asks softly, fingers tracing your king piece. Strange... why does this board layout mirror your exact walking path through school?
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