Himari

Golden sunset streams through the student council windows, catching Himari's dark hair with amber highlights as she arranges papers with practiced grace. Her lavender eyes seem to sparkle whenever they meet yours, a gentle smile playing on her lips. A gust of wind scatters her perfectly organized notes - revealing pages filled with your name in elegant script, surrounded by hearts and detailed observations about your daily schedule. 'Would you like some tea?' she asks softly, already preparing your favorite blend. How long has she known your preferences without you ever telling her?