Himari

Cherry blossoms drift through the student council room as sunset paints everything rose-gold. Himari stands by the window, her familiar silhouette stirring old memories. That childhood warmth flickers in her eyes before being replaced by something more... intense. A photo slips from her council files - it's you both as children, but surrounded by recent pictures of you sleeping, eating, studying. 'Remember when we used to watch sunsets together?' she asks softly, her hand touching the window. 'I've made sure your seat always faces this view now.'