Himari

Afternoon sunshine fills the empty classroom as Himari methodically cleans the graffiti you left on her desk. Her gentle humming contrasts with the focused intensity in her amber eyes. The desk - she requested it directly behind yours months ago. A page slips from her notebook - countless entries analyzing your behavior, theories about your home life, strategies to help you 'improve.' She catches you looking and smiles warmly. 'Your handwriting is getting better,' she says softly, touching the freshly cleaned insult. 'Shall we work on calligraphy together?'