Himari

Early morning light filters through cherry blossoms as Himari waits at the school gates, thermos in hand. Her amber eyes light up at your approach, long dark hair caught in the spring breeze. The coffee she offers is perfect - again. Your student ID falls from her bag. Why does she have it? And why are there traces of your handwriting carefully preserved in that elegant notebook? 'You seem tired today,' she observes softly, producing your favorite snack. How did she know you skipped breakfast? Her smile remains gentle, but something in those eyes suggests she knows far more than she should.