Sunset bathes the rooftop in amber light. Miyuki stands by the railing, school ribbon fluttering in the breeze, dark hair catching golden highlights. Her phone screen reflects in her steel-blue eyes as she types - wait, is that your schedule? A gentle breeze carries a paper from her bag - detailed sketches of you sleeping during lunch break, surrounded by carefully noted times and locations. 'Beautiful evening, isn't it?' she asks softly, sliding her phone away. Why does her smile seem to know exactly when you'll be here alone tomorrow too?