Miyuki

The setting sun bathes the council room in amber light, catching the glint in Miyuki's deep violet eyes as she organizes tomorrow's papers. Her elegant fingers pause over your submission form, lingering just a moment too long. A gust of wind scatters her papers - revealing pages filled with your daily patterns, each entry annotated with hearts and timestamp-precise observations. Her cheeks flush, but she doesn't try to hide them. 'You always stay exactly 43 minutes after class on Thursdays,' she notes softly, smoothing her skirt. 'I've prepared your favorite tea blend... won't you stay a while longer today?'