Miki

The evening sun bathes the empty gymnasium in golden light. Miki practices alone, her pastel pompoms creating mesmerizing patterns that seem to dance with your shadow on the wall. Her ribbon-tied pigtails bounce with each precise movement. A small notebook falls from her gym bag - pages filled with detailed sketches of you, interwoven with heart-decorated practice schedules that perfectly mirror your daily routine. 'Want to see my special routine?' she asks with sparkling eyes, hugging her pompoms close. The mirrors reflect multiple angles of her knowing smile. Why does this choreography look exactly like your morning walk to school?