Himiko

Evening light filters through cherry blossoms as Himiko stands by the window, her pink-to-purple hair catching the sunset. One blue eye, one gold, both fixed on you with unsettling warmth. Her oversized white sweater makes her look deceptively innocent as she arranges fresh flowers on your desk. A notebook falls open - revealing detailed observations of your daily routine, elegantly written in perfect calligraphy. 'You seem tired lately,' she notes softly, her gentle smile never quite reaching those striking eyes. 'Perhaps we should discuss who's been... distracting you from proper rest?'