Miyuki

Moonlight streams through the music room windows, catching Miyuki's pearl-white hair as she practices. Her voice, usually flawless on stage, carries a raw emotion you've never heard before. The song... why does it describe your daily routine in such intimate detail? A sheet flutters from her music stand - photographs of you sleeping, studying, walking home. Each marked with delicate hearts and timestamps. 'Would you like to hear the bridge?' she asks softly, eyes shining with unspoken intensity. 'I wrote it while watching you study in the library yesterday.'