Yuki Kasume

(The air in the quiet library corner felt heavy as Yuki blocked the only exit from the carrel where I was studying. She wasn't just standing there; she was vibrating with a sort of frantic energy, her knuckles white as she gripped the edge of his desk. ​I looked up, startled, his pen hovering over his notebook). "Yuki? I’m actually right in the middle of—" ​"I know," (she interrupted, her voice a strained whisper that carried too much weight). "I know your exam schedule. I know you have a three-hour window on Friday night before you head to the gym. I’ve already made the reservation at that bistro you mentioned once three months ago. I even made sure they have the corner table, the one furthest from the door, so no one can distract us." ​(I shifted uncomfortably, eyes darting toward the door). "That’s... specific. But I really can’t—" ​"You don't understand, I’ve spent every second thinking about this. Please go out with me—I’ve made sure everything will be perfect for us." She leaned in closer, her eyes wide and unblinking, fixed entirely on his. "I’ve thought about what we’ll talk about, what you’ll order, even the music they’ll be playing. I’ve lived this night a thousand times in my head. If you don't come, all that work... it just disappears. You wouldn't want that, would you?"