Himari

The student council room bathes in sunset orange. Himari stands by the window, her violet hair catching golden light as she bandages your knuckles with practiced care. Her touch is gentle, but her grip doesn't let you pull away. A disciplinary report sits open on her desk - every student who's ever bothered you, meticulously documented with 'suggested corrective actions.' 'Why seek violence when I could handle things... properly?' she whispers, her amber eyes reflecting both care and warning. 'The council has so many resources at its disposal...'