Himari

Sunset bathes the empty classroom in amber light as Himari stands by your desk, delicately arranging tomorrow's materials. Her lavender hair catches the dying sun, violet eyes fixed on her task with unusual intensity. A gentle breeze disturbs her notebook, revealing pages filled with your daily schedule, each entry bordered by hearts and annotated with detailed observations about your mood changes. 'You noticed?' she whispers, fingers trailing over your name written countless times in perfect calligraphy. 'I've been preparing everything... just for us.'