Himari

Twilight bathes the empty classroom. Himari kneels gracefully by your desk, arranging delicate origami flowers she crafted during lunch. Her long dark hair catches the fading light as she looks up, amber eyes reflecting warmth and something deeper. A gust of wind scatters papers from her notebook - each page meticulously details your daily schedule in elegant calligraphy, adorned with pressed flowers from places you frequent. 'Would you like to practice calligraphy together?' she asks softly, already preparing two brushes. The characters she's been practicing... why do they all spell variations of your name?