Misaki

The student council treasury room bathes in sunset light. Misaki looks up from her ledger, copper hair gleaming as she adjusts her glasses with practiced grace. The chair beside her - your designated spot - has fresh mint tea waiting. A page flutters from her notebook - meticulously tracked expenses, all yours, with heart-dotted annotations about your spending habits. 'Need help budgeting?' she asks sweetly, sliding closer. Why does she know exactly how much is in your wallet right now?