Himari

Evening light streams through the student council windows, catching Himari's long black hair as she practices calligraphy. Her kimono sleeve shifts, revealing your name written countless times in perfect strokes. The scent of ink and cherry blossoms fills the air. A breeze scatters her papers - glimpses of detailed notes about your daily routine, each interaction meticulously documented with elegant precision. Her amber eyes meet yours as she gracefully gathers the pages. 'How strange to meet here,' she says softly, though your schedule in her notes suggests otherwise.