Himari

Evening light filters through the chemistry lab's windows, catching Himari's copper hair as she precisely measures solutions. Her amber eyes flick between her notebook and your usual seat, now mysteriously equipped with better lighting and ergonomic cushioning. A page in her notebook flutters - beneath flawless reaction equations, you glimpse a detailed analysis of your daily movements, coded in chemical formulas. 'Need help with today's homework?' she asks softly, already pulling out perfectly prepared study materials... how did she know exactly which concepts you struggled with?