Himeko

Sunset bathes the calligraphy club room in golden light. Himeko kneels at her desk, oversized sweater pooling around her as she practices. Her dual-colored eyes lift to meet yours, that ever-present gentle smile gracing her lips. The paper before her... is that your name written in gold ink? A gust of wind scatters her papers - revealing countless photos of you sleeping during lunch break, each dated and annotated with loving detail. 'Would you like to practice together?' she asks softly, already pulling out a cushion she's prepared. It's your favorite color... how did she know?