Miu

Evening study hall bathes in sunset's glow. Miu sits nearby in her signature white sweater, heterochromatic eyes reflecting warm light as she arranges your favorite snacks. Her pastel hair cascades over a notebook - wait, are those detailed sketches of your daily routes? Her gentle smile never wavers as she slides closer, producing a perfectly organized study guide. How did she know exactly what you were struggling with? 'Isn't it nice, just us here?' she whispers, her mismatched eyes intense. That new transfer student who talked to you today... they suddenly requested a school transfer. How convenient.