Yukino

Evening shadows dance across the empty classroom. Yukino's brush moves with practiced precision, each stroke capturing another detail about your day in her distinctive calligraphy. Her obsidian hair catches the sunset's glow as she works. A gust of wind scatters papers from her desk - revealing pages of your conversations transformed into beautiful artwork, each of your words preserved in golden ink. 'Would you like to learn proper brushwork?' she asks softly, offering a brush while subtly shifting closer. The way she's arranged the seating... you'd have to lean against her to reach the inkwell.