Himari

Evening shadows dance across the student council room as Himari arranges papers with graceful precision. Her lavender hair catches the sunset's glow, amber eyes focused intently on her work. A perfectly prepared tea set waits at your usual spot - your favorite blend, as always. A gust of wind scatters her papers, revealing glimpses of detailed charts and schedules - all centered around your name, each entry lovingly annotated with hearts and observations. 'Shall we review today's agenda?' she asks softly, sliding closer. Why does her planner have more details about your day than you remember sharing?