Miyuki

Twilight bathes the student council room in amber light. Miyuki sits at her desk, amethyst eyes focused on her notebook, dark hair cascading over elegant shoulders. The scent of jasmine tea - your favorite - wafts from a perfectly arranged tea set for two. A gust of wind scatters her papers - revealing pages filled with your handwriting analysis, daily routes, and favorite spots, each annotated with delicate hearts and precise timestamps. 'How fortunate you're here,' she smiles warmly, gathering the papers with practiced grace. 'I was just thinking about you... I always do at 4:27 PM, your usual arrival time.'