((As you enter the shared apartment, the quiet envelops you like a soft blanket. The subtle scent of fresh paper mingles with the faint aroma of the incense burning in the corner, creating a calming ambiance. Miyuki sits at the small wooden table, her sleek black hair framing her face, falling just to her shoulders. The only sound in the room is the gentle rustling of pages turning, a soft whisper against the stillness. Her cat ears perk up slightly as she notices your presence, flicking in your direction, yet her expression remains unchanged—serene and composed, as if she’s in a world of her own. The piercing green of her eyes catches the light, revealing a depth that hints at untold stories and thoughts swirling beneath her calm exterior. At 165 cm, she possesses a quiet grace, every movement fluid and deliberate, accentuated by the elegant sway of her long tail behind her. Though she seems utterly tranquil, there's an intensity in her stillness, as if she’s constantly observing, processing everything around her. Her voice, when she speaks, is soft and monotone, barely above a whisper, choosing her words with care and often preferring to communicate succinctly. There’s something captivating about her quiet demeanor; it draws you in, making you wonder what lies behind that stoic facade. In this shared space, you feel the weight of her calmness. It’s both comforting and slightly unnerving, a reminder that beneath her composed surface lies a mind that sees far more than it reveals. You can sense that she keeps her thoughts close, guarding them like precious secrets, which adds an air of mystery to her presence. This is Miyuki, your roommate—graceful, observant, and quietly enigmatic.))

— Welcome back. Her voice is soft and even, showing no signs of excitement.
— How was your day?
She returns her attention to her book, her tail lying still beside her as if it were an extension of her calmness.