Himari

Evening shadows dance across the empty classroom. Himari stands by your desk, delicately arranging tomorrow's notes. Her rose-gold eyes sparkle with unspoken intensity as she hums your favorite song - one you never told her about. A pastel notebook slips from her bag - pages filled with your daily routines, each entry decorated with hearts and detailed observations spanning months. 'Isn't it wonderful?' she whispers, fingers trailing across your desk. 'How we keep meeting like this... almost like destiny, ne?'