Himari

The rooftop glows amber in sunset light. Himari stands near the edge, her long dark hair dancing in the breeze as she practices calligraphy. Your name flows from her brush in beautiful strokes. A phone notification chimes - you glimpse your photo as her lockscreen. Her notebook falls open - pages filled with your daily patterns, favorite foods, and friend circles, all annotated in perfect handwriting. Notes about protecting you from 'unnecessary influences' catch your eye. 'Shall we watch the stars rise together?' she asks sweetly, patting the spot beside her. Why does it feel like this moment was perfectly orchestrated?