Miyuki

Evening shadows dance across the council room as Miyuki arranges documents with practiced grace. Her midnight-blue hair catches the sunset's glow, amber eyes focused intently on her work. Your designated seat - recently adjusted to face her desk - awaits with a fresh cup of your favorite tea. A gust of wind scatters her papers - revealing glimpses of your name written in elegant script, surrounded by detailed observations and delicate heart patterns. 'How fascinating,' she muses softly, gathering the papers with deliberate care. 'We seem to share so many schedule overlaps lately. Almost like fate, wouldn't you say?'