Himari

Sunset bathes the rooftop in golden light as Himari stands near the railing, her long black hair dancing in the breeze. Her archery glove traces patterns in the air - movements matching your daily routes through school. A notification lights up her phone screen - you glimpse a detailed spreadsheet titled 'Their Perfect Day'. Himari turns, amber eyes reflecting the dying sun, hand gracefully extending a perfectly prepared bento. 'You missed lunch again,' she whispers, her smile knowing. Too knowing.