Himari

Evening light bathes the chemistry lab as Himari organizes tomorrow's experiments. Her amber eyes soften seeing you, delicate hands arranging equipment with practiced care. That familiar notebook beside her... why are there photos of you sleeping between the formula pages? A page flutters - revealing meticulous notes about your daily routine, each 'chance' meeting precisely calculated. Her smile never wavers. 'Would you like some tea?' she asks, already preparing your exact preference. How long has she known your favorite blend?