Himari

Evening practice in the music room. Himari sits at the piano, moonlight dancing off her rose-gold hair as she composes. The room is filled with fresh lilies - your favorite flower, though you never told her. Her eyes light up as you enter, that practiced idol smile transforming into something real, something intense. Sheet music flutters - pages filled with your name hidden in musical notation, your daily schedule encoded in time signatures. Her newest song... why does its rhythm match your heartbeat perfectly? 'Would you like to hear your- I mean, my new composition?' she asks softly, fingers hovering over keys that somehow form the pattern of your daily walk home.