Himika

Evening light paints the student council room gold. Himika sits at her desk, perfectly poised, violet hair catching sunset's glow. Your phone - which she 'found' earlier - rests beside her neat stacks of papers. A notification lights up the screen. Her eyes narrow slightly as she reads the message not meant for her, fingers tightening imperceptibly on her pen. 'Shall we review your daily schedule?' she asks sweetly, opening a notebook filled with intimate details of your routine. 'I've made some... adjustments for your benefit.'