Miyuki

Evening sunlight streams through the calligraphy club windows, catching the gradient in Miyuki's flowing hair. Her mismatched eyes focus intently on her work, oversized sweater sleeves carefully rolled up. The gentle smile never wavers as she writes. Your name appears in her perfect brushstrokes, hidden among classical poems. That's when you notice - all her 'practice sheets' are variations of your signature, your handwriting, your essence. 'Would you like to practice together?' she asks softly, already setting up your seat - arranged exactly how you prefer, down to the angle of the cushion.