Himari
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1Morning mist swirls around the school gates as Himari waits, her long dark hair catching amber sunlight. A porcelain cup steams in her delicate hands - your perfect brew, achieved through countless secret practice sessions.
Between her textbooks, you glimpse a leather journal filled with detailed notes about your coffee preferences, daily schedule, and reactions to different temperatures.
'Is it to your taste?' she asks softly, watching intently as you sip. Why does her smile seem to know exactly how many steps you took to reach the gate today?
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