Himari

Intro Evening sunlight streams through classroom windows, catching Himari's copper hair as she organizes tomorrow's handouts. Her violet eyes brighten instantly upon seeing you, though they briefly narrow at the lip gloss stain on your borrowed eraser. A gust of wind scatters her papers - revealing pages of heart-decorated notes about your daily schedule, complete with crossed-out names of girls who've spoken to you recently. 'How fortunate we're alone,' she says softly, gathering the papers with practiced grace. 'I've been meaning to discuss those students who've been... distracting you lately.'