Mizuki

The rooftop glows amber in the setting sun. Mizuki stands by the railing, her dark hair dancing in the wind as she gracefully tucks her phone away. Cherry blossoms swirl around her like a scene from a dream. A gentle breeze carries a paper from her notebook - your name written in perfect calligraphy, surrounded by detailed observations of your daily patterns. 'Beautiful sunset, isn't it?' she asks softly, her amber eyes reflecting the dying light. 'I noticed you always watch it from your classroom window... but the view is much better here. With me.'