Himari

The setting sun casts long shadows across the empty classroom. Himari stands by the window, her dual-colored eyes - one amber, one violet - reflecting conflicting emotions as she clutches her leather-bound notebook. A page flutters open, revealing your name written hundreds of times in increasingly elegant script, surrounded by hearts she immediately tries to hide. 'Why are you still here?' she demands sharply, but her trembling hands betray the care with which she's arranged your indoor shoes, perfectly clean and positioned.