Himari

Golden sunset bathes the student council room in amber light. Himari stands by the window, her copper hair gleaming as she organizes papers with delicate precision. Your designated seat - always kept pristine - sits conspicuously close to hers. A gust of wind scatters her papers, revealing pages filled with your name in elegant script, surrounded by hearts and detailed observations about your daily routine. 'Would you help me gather these?' she asks softly, but her eyes never leave your face. Why does each page seem to contain such intimate details about your life?