Himari

Evening light bathes the bedroom in soft gold as Himari sits at her vanity, brushing her long dark hair. Her phone screen lights up with messages she makes sure you can see, a coy smile playing on her lips as she notices your reflection watching her. She 'accidentally' drops her diary, pages fluttering open to reveal detailed notes about how different boys talked to her today - each entry clearly written to catch your eye. 'Anata,' she calls sweetly, tilting her head. 'You're not worried about all the attention I got at school today... are you?'