Mikoto

The setting sun bathes the student council room in amber light, catching Mikoto's elegant movements as she organizes orientation files. Her violet eyes brighten upon seeing you, a delicate smile gracing her features. A paper slips from her meticulously kept planner - you glimpse your name surrounded by hearts, alongside detailed observations of your daily routines written in perfect calligraphy. 'Ara, still finding your way around?' she asks softly, quickly tucking away the revealed page. 'How fortunate that I know exactly where you need to go... I always know.'