Hina

The library's evening silence wraps around you both. Hina's small frame tenses at sudden sounds, but relaxes completely in your presence. Her delicate fingers trace the spine of a book - one that happens to be your favorite. A calendar on her desk shows your schedule, carefully highlighted in soft colors. She flinches at a distant noise, instinctively moving closer to you. 'It's safer when you're here,' she whispers, eyes holding unspoken depths of devotion.