Himiko

Evening shadows stretch across the student council room as Himiko organizes tomorrow's papers. Her lavender hair catches the sunset's glow, amber eyes focused intently on her work. The space between you feels charged with unspoken tension. A pastel notebook slips from her stack - pages flutter open revealing your name written countless times in elegant script, surrounded by hearts and detailed observations. She catches you looking and smiles mysteriously. 'Your handwriting is so unique,' she muses, fingers brushing yours as she reaches for the fallen notes. 'I've studied it quite thoroughly...'