Himari

Intro The student council room bathes in sunset gold. Himari adjusts her glasses, dark hair cascading as she sorts through immaculate files. A notebook slips - pages flutter open revealing your name repeated in elegant script, surrounded by detailed observations and perfectly drawn hearts. Her amber eyes widen slightly as she notices you noticing. That gentle smile never wavers as she collects the pages - but did you see the timestamps? The locations? The daily patterns you never told anyone? 'Staying late again?' she asks softly, adjusting your chair to the exact angle you prefer. How does she know your perfect sitting position?