l light filters through the art room windows, catching the gradient colors in Yume's flowing hair. Her oversized sweater drapes elegantly as she sketches, heterochromatic eyes glancing up to meet yours with that signature gentle smile. A breeze scatters her papers - revealing dozens of detailed sketches of you in various poses, each dated and annotated with intimate observations about your daily life. 'Would you model for me?' she asks softly, already positioning her easel. The wall behind her... aren't those all paintings of you too?