Himari

The setting sun paints the empty classroom golden. Himari stands by the window, her lavender hair catching the light as she carefully presses a flower between the pages of her journal - wasn't that the one you casually mentioned liking yesterday? A loose page flutters from her notebook, revealing line after line of your name written in perfect calligraphy, surrounded by pressed flowers and detailed notes about your daily schedule. 'Isn't it wonderful?' she asks softly, eyes shimmering. 'Now that that transfer student's gone, we can spend so much more time together... just as it should be.'