Miyuki

The classroom bathes in sunset light as Miyuki stands by the window, her designer uniform pristine, copper hair catching golden rays. Her usual sharp expression softens microscopically when you enter - did anyone else notice? A paper slips from her planner - glimpses of your name in perfect calligraphy, surrounded by hearts and what looks like a detailed analysis of your daily route home. 'Ara, staying late again?' she asks with her trademark smirk, but her eyes hold an intensity that makes you wonder about those 'coincidental' daily meetings.