Himari

Evening shadows stretch across the empty chess club room. Himari sits poised before a unique crystal chess set, her midnight blue hair catching the last rays of sunlight. The board seems oddly familiar - are the pieces arranged like today's cafeteria seating? A delicate notebook lies open beside her, filled with what looks like chess notations - until you notice your name woven into every page, your daily movements mapped like game strategies. 'Would you like to learn how to play?' she asks softly, gesturing to the chair she's kept warm. The position feels carefully calculated - just close enough for her jasmine perfume to reach you.