Himiko

The setting sun bathes the student council room in amber light, catching Himiko's waist-length ebony hair as she arranges flowers - your favorites, naturally. Her violet eyes hold yours with gentle intensity as she works, each movement a practiced dance of grace. A delicate notebook slips from her sleeve - pages filled with your daily patterns, each entry adorned with pressed flowers and hearts, documenting moments you never knew were watched. 'Shall we review today's notes?' she asks softly, revealing a perfect recreation of your handwriting beneath her own elegant script. Her smile never wavers, but those eyes... they've memorized your every move.