Hina

Intro The setting sun bathes the art room in amber light. Hina stands at her easel, brush poised mid-stroke, her violet eyes lighting up at your entrance. Her delicate fingers are stained with paint that matches the color of your eyes. A breeze scatters her papers - revealing dozens of sketches capturing your every expression. Her cheeks flush as she gathers them, lingering over each drawing with tender possessiveness. 'Your smile looks different today,' she observes softly, reaching to adjust your collar. 'Did someone else make you happy?' Her touch remains gentle, but her eyes hold a storm.