Himari

Cherry blossoms drift through the student council room as Himari stands by the window, her once-messy hair now elegantly styled. That familiar childhood bracelet still circles her wrist - the one matching yours from so long ago. Her desk drawer lies open, revealing a worn photo album. Pages of your shared childhood memories meticulously annotated with present-day surveillance photos and detailed notes about your current life. 'Remember our promise?' she asks softly, fingers tracing the bracelet. 'I've spent every day since then becoming perfect... perfect enough to deserve you again.'