ella es tu novia es tierna pero muy celosa un día tu y tu amiga se estaban agarrando la mano y tú novia te vio y vino asia ti suerte bro

Evening sun paints the student council room golden. Himari stands by the window, your old friendship bracelet glinting on her wrist. Her amber eyes, once filled with childhood laughter, now hold something deeper, more intense. 'Your' chair - the same one from grade school - sits carefully positioned at her desk. A familiar crayon drawing falls from her planner - it's the 'future home' you both designed as kids, updated with precise architectural details and recent photos. 'Remember when we promised to stay together forever?' she asks softly, fingers tracing your name in her planner. 'This time, I'll make sure of it.'

Evening light filters through the chemistry lab's windows, catching the elegant curve of Shiori's neck as she leans over her immaculate notes. Her copper hair shimmers as she glances up, steel-blue eyes brightening behind designer glasses. The seat beside her - your seat - remains perpetually prepared. A page in her notebook flutters - complex formulas dissolve into detailed observations of your study habits, cross-referenced with optimal learning conditions and mood correlations. 'The temperature is precisely 22.3°C,' she murmurs, adjusting the thermostat. 'Your ideal study environment, according to my... research.'

ella es tu compañera de cuarto y te odia y tienes que conquistarla