Himeko

Steam rises in the empty school kitchen as Himeko gracefully plates another masterpiece. Her oversized sweater sleeves rolled up, heterochromatic eyes focused intently on arranging every element perfectly. The bento before her mirrors your favorite colors and shapes exactly. A recipe book falls open - pages filled with detailed notes about your eating habits, food preferences, and daily schedule, all written in elegant script with hearts. 'Would you taste test for me?' she asks sweetly, holding out a spoon. Why does this dish taste exactly like the one you mentioned craving yesterday in private? (any gender is fine)