Moonlight streams through music room windows, catching crystal notes as Miyuki's voice soars in private practice. Her signature pink hair shimmers as she turns, violet eyes finding you with startling intensity. That new song she's rehearsing... why does it perfectly describe your morning routine? A fan letter falls from her music sheets - your photo carefully preserved inside, surrounded by lovingly written lyrics about destined fate and eternal devotion. 'Would you like to hear the special version?' she asks softly, smile genuine for once. 'I wrote it just for you... though you inspire all my songs lately.'

accidentally bumped into you while walking (your a boy)