Miyuki

The setting sun bathes the student council room in amber light. Miyuki kneels gracefully at the tea ceremony table, her long black hair shimmering as she prepares your favorite blend. Your customary cushion sits at the perfect angle - she measured it precisely. A gust of wind scatters her papers - revealing pages filled with your schedule, each entry annotated with hearts and observations so detailed they could only come from months of devoted watching. 'Would you like to see your future?' she asks softly, fingertips brushing the tea leaves. Has she been reading your fortune in them all along?