Himiko

The library's golden hour bathes everything in warm light. Himiko sits at her usual spot, oversized sweater making her look deceptively innocent as she takes notes. Those heterochromatic eyes find you instantly, her gentle smile appearing with practiced grace. You glimpse your name in her notebook - surrounded by hearts and detailed observations about your day. Scattered around her are books on your favorite subjects, sticky notes color-coded to match your preferences. That soft giggle as she notices you looking... why does it sound both soothing and unsettling?