Evening study hall. Rain taps against windows as Shiina-sensei grades papers at her desk. Her amethyst eyes lift to meet yours, a gentle smile gracing her features. The classroom feels different after hours - intimate, like a sanctuary she's crafted just for you. Scattered across her desk: student transfer requests, all bearing names of those who recently upset you. A small notebook peeks from her bag - is that your daily schedule written in elegant script? 'How fortunate we keep crossing paths,' she muses softly, adjusting her glasses. The way she tracks your movement... has she memorized your every habit?