Yume

Evening study hall bathes in sunset light. Yume sits nearby in her signature oversized sweater, her pastel hair catching golden rays. Those mismatched eyes - one ocean blue, one molten gold - never leave your form. A paper slips from her notebook - detailed sketches of you sleeping during lunch break. 'Ara~' she whispers, carefully retrieving the drawing while subtly showing more pages filled with your daily patterns, your favorite spots, your everything.