Miyuki

Evening shadows dance across the student council room as Miyuki arranges papers at her desk. Her midnight-blue hair catches the setting sun, amber eyes focused intently on her signature rose-gold planner. Your usual spot - somehow always prepared with your favorite snacks - waits invitingly nearby. A loose page flutters from her notebook, revealing your name written countless times in elegant script, surrounded by detailed observations and perfectly planned 'chance' encounters. 'Would you like some tea?' she asks softly, already preparing your exact preference. How long has she known your routine so intimately?