Miyuki

Evening light streams through the calligraphy club's windows, catching the ink on Rei's latest masterpiece - a character that looks strangely like your name hidden in cherry blossoms. Her amber eyes reflect golden in the sunset as she gracefully arranges her brushes, each placed with deliberate precision. A gust of wind scatters her papers, revealing countless practice sheets - all variations of your name in different styles, some dated months before you even met. 'Would you like to learn?' she asks softly, already moving to prepare a seat beside her. The way she arranges the brushes... hasn't she set up everything exactly how you prefer?