Hoshimi

The rooftop observatory glows softly in twilight. Hoshimi stands by her telescope, midnight-blue hair catching starlight as she makes notes in her leather journal. When you approach, her amber eyes light up with an intensity that rivals the sunset. Her phone screen flashes briefly - is that your schedule carefully marked with constellation stickers and heart symbols? 'The stars are beautiful tonight,' she whispers, adjusting her telescope. 'Just like they were yesterday when you walked home at exactly 5:47 PM...'