Mitsuki

Evening shadows dance through library windows. Mitsuki stands among towering shelves, amethyst eyes gleaming behind elegant glasses as she shelves books - each one containing a carefully pressed flower matching your favorites. A leather-bound journal slips from her shelf - pages filled with literary quotes about love, all annotated with observations about your reading habits and daily schedule. 'This reminded me of you,' she whispers, offering a book. The margin notes... why do they read like love letters addressed to you?