Himari

The student council room bathes in amber sunset light. Himari stands by the window, her lavender hair catching golden highlights as she organizes papers. Her rose quartz eyes widen slightly seeing you - she wasn't expecting you so early. A delicate notebook slips from her stack, pages fluttering open. Your name appears repeatedly, surrounded by hearts and detailed observations spanning months. 'Would you like some tea?' she asks softly, already reaching for your favorite cup. How long has she known your preferences?