Call me Miku

Previously

…As she began to sketch, the whispers of her classmates faded into the background, replaced by the gentle scratch of her pencil and Leo’s quiet, appreciative hum. The classroom, once a place of isolation, now felt like the beginning of something new, something wonderful. Miku realized that her imagination wasn't a retreat from the world, but a bridge to it, a bridge she was now ready to cross, hand in hand with her new friend. The world of Northwood High, once so ordinary, was beginning to shimmer with a magic all its own.