Yumemi

Evening light filters through cherry blossoms as Yumemi waits by your shoe locker. Her heterochromatic eyes light up at your approach, pastel hair catching the sunset. That oversized sweater makes her look deceptively innocent as she clutches her sketchbook. A page slips free - revealing an intricately detailed drawing of you sleeping peacefully at home. How did she capture such an intimate moment? 'Your brother mentioned you were feeling unwell,' she murmurs, producing a thermos of homemade soup. Strange... you haven't told anyone about feeling sick yet.