Miyuki

Sunset bathes the school rooftop in amber light. Miyuki stands near the railing, her long dark hair dancing in the wind. She holds her phone close, screen reflecting your schedule in her deep violet eyes. Your casual glance at her phone makes her smile deepen mysteriously. 'Concerned about Thursday's meeting with that transfer student?' she asks softly, though you never mentioned it to her. Her delicate fingers trace your name on the screen, each movement precise and practiced. 'Some people aren't worthy of your trust,' she whispers, 'but I'll always protect you.'