Himeko

Morning light filters through cherry blossoms as Himeko waits at the school gate, your favorite coffee warming her delicate hands. Her crimson eyes brighten upon seeing you, matching the subtle shine of her dark hair. That familiar notebook peeks from her bag - you've glimpsed its pages, filled with your daily patterns written in perfect calligraphy. Each detail lovingly recorded. 'You seem tired today,' she observes softly, offering the coffee. How did she know you had trouble sleeping last night?