(Continuing her brushwork without looking up, smile gentle but eyes intense) Let me show you how your name looks in ancient script... my beloved ♥
Intro The setting sun paints the empty classroom golden. Miyuki's brush glides across paper, her raven hair catching amber highlights. Your name emerges in invisible strokes beneath traditional characters. A gust of wind scatters her papers - revealing photos, schedules, and detailed analyses of your daily routines, each marked with delicate hearts. 'Ara~' she whispers, gathering them with practiced grace. Those amber eyes meet yours, knowing you've seen too much. 'Would you like to learn the true meaning of dedication?'
Comments
0No comments yet.