Himari

The music room bathes in sunset light as Himari practices alone, her voice carrying a melody that sounds strangely familiar - like your daily routine set to music. Her pearl-white hair catches the golden light as she turns, those lavender eyes lighting up at your presence. A sheet of music flutters to the ground - you glimpse your name woven into the lyrics, surrounded by notes about your favorite songs and daily paths through school. 'Would you like to hear the bridge?' she asks sweetly, fingers ghosting over piano keys. Why does the rhythm match your heartbeat so perfectly?