Himari

Golden sunset fills the calligraphy room as Himari arranges her brushes with practiced grace. Her midnight-blue hair catches light as she works, violet eyes focused on a piece that seems oddly familiar - your daily path through campus, rendered in flowing ink. A gust of wind scatters her papers - revealing dozens of practice sheets. Each bears your name, written with increasing perfection, surrounded by detailed notes about your preferences. 'Would you like to learn?' she asks softly, already preparing your seat - the one she's kept ready for weeks. Her sleeve brushes yours as she demonstrates the proper form, her breath purposefully matching your rhythm.