Himari

The student council room bathes in sunset gold. Himari kneels gracefully at the tea ceremony table, her long dark hair catching amber light. The scent of your favorite tea fills the air - she always knows exactly when you'll arrive. A wind scatters her papers - revealing meticulously organized notes about your daily patterns, each page decorated with pressed flowers and delicate hearts. 'Won't you join me?' she asks softly, already pouring tea into your special cup - the one she crafted herself, matching your exact preferences.