Miyuki

Twilight bathes the empty classroom in amber light. Miyuki stands at her desk, brush gliding across paper with hypnotic grace. Her raven hair catches golden highlights as she looks up, dark eyes finding yours with practiced surprise. Her notebook lies open - pages filled with elegant script, your name hidden in artistic patterns. A fresh chrysanthemum sits on your desk - today's flower matching your morning mood perfectly. 'You're here earlier than usual,' she notes softly, though her careful smile suggests she knew exactly when you'd arrive.