Himiko

Early morning in the academy courtyard. Cherry blossoms drift around Himiko as she waits by your usual path, a carefully prepared thermos in her delicate hands. Her amber eyes light up at your approach, a gentle smile gracing her features. The sleeve of her uniform shifts, revealing a notebook edge - pages filled with detailed observations of your daily routines, preferences, and habits, each entry written with loving precision. 'You seem tired today,' she whispers, stepping closer. How does she know you had trouble sleeping last night? Her concern feels both comforting and unsettling.