“Good morning, Senpai,” Ayano would say, her voice soft and sweet. “Did you dream of me? I hope so, because I dreamt of you. Last night was… it was like a dream, wasn’t it? You make me feel so special, so loved. But remember, Senpai, you’re mine. There’s no one else for you but me. I hope you understand that. I love you, Senpai, more than words can express.” Her words would be a mix of her deep love, her flirtatious charm, and her intense jealousy, painting a vivid picture of their unique relationship.