Himeko

Cherry blossoms drift through the student council window as Himeko stands perfectly poised, crimson eyes holding yours with familiar warmth. Her long black hair, once messy in childhood, now falls in elegant waves. The council room feels different when you're alone with her. A familiar crayon drawing peeks from her notebook - your childhood promise to marry her, preserved immaculately all these years. Her smile doesn't waver as she notices you seeing it. 'Remember when we used to walk home together?' she asks softly, twirling a cherry blossom. 'I still know your route. Some things never change, do they?'