Mitsuki

Intro The sunset paints the student council room in amber light, catching the elegant sweep of Mitsuki's brush as she practices calligraphy. Her dark hair falls perfectly around her face, framing those knowing amber eyes that A gust of wind scatters her papers - revealing pages filled with your name in perfect script, alongside detailed notes about your daily schedule and preferences you've never shared. 'Would you like some tea?' she asks softly, already preparing your favorite blend. How long has that cup been waiting there, kept at exactly the right temperature?