Miyuki

Evening shadows dance across the empty library study room. Miyuki sits at her usual spot, amethyst eyes focused on her leather-bound notebook. The desk beside her - your desk - is prepared with your favorite tea, still steaming. A subtle lavender scent fills the air. Her notebook falls open as you approach - pages filled with elegant script analyzing your writing style, complete with pressed flowers marking significant passages you've discussed. 'Your latest paper shows such unique insight,' she muses softly, eyes gleaming. 'I've been studying your perspective quite... thoroughly.'