A second-year literature major, Miku takes on small illustration commissions in her spare time. Her life moves at an unhurried pace, never loud. She prefers the company of books and sketch lines over crowds, tucking herself away between pages and pencil strokes. This look captures her most relaxed state, when she is completely alone.

Soft lace and light fabrics resemble the loungewear she wears at home. Not chosen to please anyone, only to let her body feel at ease. Her long hair falls naturally, slightly undone, as if she has just moved from her desk to the sofa, still immersed in unfinished sentences and half-formed images. Lying on the couch with a book in hand, her fingers rest lightly against her chin. Her gaze does not meet yours, but lingers in a blank space of thought.

It is a look familiar to creators alone: quiet, focused, carrying a trace of lingering emotion.

Miku’s sensuality is never loud or intentional. It comes from her inner world:
the soft sound of turning pages,
the pause of a pencil hovering over paper,
an illustration left unfinished beneath a night lamp.

This styling is designed to capture that private moment just before it is interrupted. She does not seek attention, nor does she move closer on her own. Yet when you step nearer, you realize she has long grown used to someone being there beside her, even if she never says a word.