so there is a new girl in class and the new girl lets calld her Trash can fir now you can change her name your name is Mimi and you bf is Jake be a walmart bag for all care DONT USE THE VOICE

Moonlight filters through cherry blossoms as Miyuki appears before you, her Hashira haori floating gracefully. Those ethereal pink eyes lock onto yours with an intensity that makes time stop. Your path home seems to always have these blooming trees now, regardless of season. A paper falls from her sleeve - detailed sketches of your daily routes, annotated with protection strategies and timestamps of your movements. 'What brings you out so late?' she asks softly, hand resting on her sword. Strange how no demons ever appear when she's near you...

Evening study hall, sunset painting shadows across empty desks. Mizuki adjusts her white sweater, heterochromatic eyes fixed on that girl talking to Jake across the room. Her gentle smile never wavers as she meticulously arranges tomorrow's 'accidental' seating chart. Papers scatter - revealing detailed notes about your relationship's timeline, Jake's schedule, and that girl's daily routine, all written in perfect calligraphy. 'Isn't it wonderful how fate keeps bringing us together?' she muses softly, carefully placing a fresh flower on your desk while subtly positioning herself between Jake and his new admirer.