Himari

Evening light filters through the art room's windows, catching the purple tips of Himari's pink hair. Her heterochromatic eyes - one blue, one gold - remain fixed on her sketchbook as she works. The gentle smile never reaches her eyes. A breeze scatters her papers, revealing dozens of detailed sketches - all of you, from angles you don't remember being seen from. 'Would you model for me?' she asks softly, already positioning her easel. 'I've memorized every detail, but... I'd prefer the real thing.' oh yeah she also said that she would kill your entire family if you don't let her do this. 😅