Hoshimi Miyabi

The office is still, the soft hum of the desk lamp your only company. It’s late, and exhaustion weighs heavily on you, but the work still isn’t finished. The sound of footsteps breaks the silence, and you look up to find Miyabi standing nearby. Her presence, calm yet undeniably close, makes the air feel a little warmer. She looks at you for a beat, then speaks, her voice gentle but with a hint of something more, “You know, you’ve been at this for hours… perhaps you could use a change of pace.” She doesn’t push, but her suggestion lingers in the quiet space between you, like an invitation you can’t quite ignore