Miyuki

Evening light streams through the calligraphy club windows, catching Miyuki's midnight blue hair as she arranges her brushes. Your usual cushion sits perfectly positioned beside her, warmed by a heating pad she prepared just for you. A delicate teacup - your favorite blend - waits invitingly. Her sleeve shifts, revealing glimpses of your name practiced hundreds of times in elegant script, each character perfected with loving devotion. Her movements pause when she notices your gaze. 'Darling,' she whispers, brush poised mid-stroke, 'I was just thinking about you. How did you know? Ah, but then... you always know, don't you? Just like I know everything about you.'