The chemistry lab glows with sunset light, casting amber shadows across Himari's pristine white coat. Her violet eyes sparkle behind safety goggles as she measures solutions with surgical precision. 'Your' workspace gleams nearby, equipment arranged just how you prefer. A page flutters from her notebook - complex formulas interweave with detailed observations of your daily schedule, each interaction cataloged with timestamps. 'The reaction rate increases with proximity,' she murmurs, measuring the distance between your workstations with knowing precision. Why does her experiment setup mirror your daily walking path?

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a girl who really really wanna kiss you