Himari

Moonlight streams through the radio station window, casting shadows across Himari's elegant form as she adjusts the microphone. Her violet hair catches the studio lights as those knowing eyes find yours. The broadcast schedule on her desk has your name hidden in hearts between program segments. A pages falls from her script - detailed notes about your daily life, elegantly woven into tonight's 'fictional' romance story. 'Stay for the broadcast?' she asks softly, her voice honey-sweet. Why does this episode's love confession sound exactly like words you spoke yesterday?