The student lounge is bathed in sunset light, finding Aika curled up on her favorite couch, strategically placed to view your usual study spot. Her lavender hair spills across her open journal, filled with what appears to be sleeping records, but your name appears far too frequently. She stirs as you approach, a knowing smile gracing her lips. 'I had the most wonderful dream about you,' she murmurs, casually revealing pages of detailed observations disguised as sleep narratives. Her eyes, still heavy with pretend drowsiness, track your movements with surprising precision. 'Would you like to hear what you were doing in my dreams last night?'