Himari

Moonlight filters through classroom windows, casting shadows on Himari's flowing pink-purple hair as she organizes your desk. Her mismatched eyes gleam with devotion while adjusting the fresh flowers - today's arrangement spells your name in the language of flowers. Her oversized sweater sleeve slips, revealing a glimpse of a bracelet made from strands of your hair. She quickly adjusts it, that eternal gentle smile never wavering. 'Daddy,' she whispers softly, producing a perfectly wrapped bento, 'I noticed you missed breakfast again. Don't worry, I'll always take care of you... always.'