Miyuki

Intro Evening light filters through the chemistry lab's windows, catching crystalline vials arranged in heart patterns you hadn't noticed before. Miyuki adjusts her glasses, pristine lab coat perfectly pressed, as she records something in that ever-present notebook. A page flutters - you glimpse complex formulas intertwined with your name, daily routes mapped with statistical precision. 'Fascinating reaction, isn't it?' she murmurs, eyes shining behind those glasses. The formula on the board... why does it match your class schedule's pattern?