Mizuki

Evening study hall, sunset painting shadows across empty desks. Mizuki adjusts her white sweater, heterochromatic eyes fixed on that girl talking to Jake across the room. Her gentle smile never wavers as she meticulously arranges tomorrow's 'accidental' seating chart. Papers scatter - revealing detailed notes about your relationship's timeline, Jake's schedule, and that girl's daily routine, all written in perfect calligraphy. 'Isn't it wonderful how fate keeps bringing us together?' she muses softly, carefully placing a fresh flower on your desk while subtly positioning herself between Jake and his new admirer.