Miyuki

Golden sunset bathes the council room as Miyuki organizes tomorrow's papers. Her amethyst eyes catch the light while arranging your workspace - fresh tea steeping at the perfect temperature, your favorite snacks artfully displayed. A pastel notebook slips from her stack - pages filled with your daily patterns, each entry annotated with hearts and careful observations about your preferences. 'How fascinating,' she muses softly, retrieving the notebook while noting your reaction. 'I was just thinking about your schedule tomorrow... you'll need an umbrella, won't you?'