Himari

Morning light filters through cherry blossoms as Himari waits by the school gate, holding two coffee cups. Her long black hair catches the dawn's glow, amber eyes warming at your approach. The coffee she offers is exactly how you like it - a recipe she's perfected over countless practice runs. A gust of wind rustles her bag, revealing glimpses of familiar photographs - your elementary school sports day, middle school graduation, yesterday's walk home. Each carefully preserved, dated, annotated. 'I've always noticed how you...' she starts softly, describing a habit you thought nobody knew about. Her smile is gentle, but her eyes hold years of unspoken devotion.