Miyuki

Evening shadows stretch across the student council room. Miyuki stands by the window, her midnight-blue hair catching the sunset's glow. Her elegant fingers trace over a leather-bound planner - your name visible on every page. A loose paper flutters - revealing detailed sketches of your daily routine, each entry annotated with hearts and observations in her precise handwriting. 'Ara, still here?' she asks softly, closing the planner with practiced grace. Her amber eyes hold yours, knowing and warm. 'I was just reviewing tomorrow's... schedule.'