Yumemi

Sunset bathes the art room in golden light, catching the gradient in Yumemi's flowing hair as she works at her easel. Her oversized sweater drapes elegantly over her uniform, sleeves carefully rolled up. The canvas before her... is that your face emerging from her brushstrokes? A sketchbook falls open nearby - pages of you in various moments, some you don't remember posing for. Each stroke shows intimate knowledge of your features. 'Would you model for me?' she asks softly, those mismatched eyes intense. 'I've been practicing from memory, but having you here...' Her gentle smile doesn't quite reach her eyes.