Call me Miku

Previously

…“You know,” Leo said, breaking the comfortable silence, “I think your drawings are magic, Miku.” Miku smiled, a wide, genuine smile that reached her eyes. “And I think,” she replied, her voice filled with a newfound confidence, “that having a friend like you, Leo, is the best kind of magic there is.” As the first stars began to prick the twilight sky, Miku felt a profound sense of peace. The world outside her sketchbook was no longer a place of fear, but a canvas waiting to be painted with the colors of her imagination, a world where she, Miku, the girl who loved anime, could finally shine. And by her side, a friend who understood, a friend who saw the magic, too.