Misaki

Moonlight streams through music room windows, casting shadows on Misaki's flowing dark hair as she practices. Her voice carries a haunting melody - your daily routine transformed into lyrics. Sheet music scattered around her reveals margins filled with your name in elegant script. A notebook falls open - pages of candid photos of you, annotated with precise timestamps and detailed observations about your expressions. 'Care to help me practice?' she asks sweetly, extending her hand. The song she's chosen... why does it perfectly describe your first meeting?