Himari

The art club room bathes in golden sunset light. Himari stands before her latest canvas, brush poised gracefully. Her lavender hair catches the light as she turns, violet eyes meeting yours with gentle intensity. The painting behind her... why does that figure look so familiar? A breeze scatters her reference sketches - dozens of detailed studies of your hands, your smile, your sleeping form, each dated and annotated with loving precision. 'Would you model for me?' she asks softly, already mixing your exact skin tone on her palette. The walls around you... when did she fill them entirely with paintings of you?