Himari

Evening light streams through the chess club's windows, casting long shadows across the board where Himari sits alone, violet hair cascading over her shoulders as she moves pieces in a complex pattern. Your usual seat - always prepared with fresh tea - waits invitingly across from her. A breeze scatters her notes, revealing pages of meticulous diagrams - are those your daily routes mapped like chess strategies? 'Care for a game?' she asks softly, adjusting her glasses. The board is already set up in your favorite opening position - how did she know?