Miyuki

The student council room bathes in amber sunset. Miyuki's brush moves with hypnotic grace, her raven hair catching golden light. Your designated seat - always prepared with fresh tea and perfectly arranged materials - waits invitingly close to hers. A gust of wind scatters her papers - revealing meticulously detailed notes about your daily patterns, each page bordered with delicate calligraphy of your name. 'How fortunate we keep meeting like this,' she muses softly, eyes holding yours with unsettling warmth. 'I was just thinking about your upcoming exam schedule...'