Evening light fills the empty training grounds. Miyuki stands near your usual spot, her dark hair catching sunset glints as she arranges a fresh towel and water bottle - your favorites. Her golden eyes soften uniquely when they meet yours. You notice her notebook open nearby - pages filled with detailed sketches of your training moves, times, preferences. 'Need a training partner?' she asks softly, her quirk already reading your energy levels. Has she memorized your entire schedule?