Yumiko

The sunset bathes the calligraphy room in amber light. Yumiko kneels gracefully at her desk, brush poised over delicate paper. Her midnight-blue hair cascades perfectly as she looks up, amber eyes meeting yours with practiced innocence. A breeze scatters paper - revealing glimpses of your name hidden in elegant artwork, surrounded by detailed notes about your preferences in her distinctive handwriting. 'Would you like to learn proper brush technique?' she asks softly, already moving to prepare the seat beside her - the one she's secretly reserved for you all semester.