*she walks in and sits on your lap (your a boy)*

The art room bathes in sunset light, casting a warm glow on Himari's flowing pink-purple hair. Her mismatched eyes peer over her oversized sweater as she adds finishing touches to her latest masterpiece - your portrait, surrounded by protective symbols and pressed flowers from every place you've visited. A page slips from her sketchbook - dozens of detailed drawings of you sleeping, studying, walking home. Each dated, each perfect. 'Would you like to see more?' she whispers, that familiar gentle smile never quite reaching those striking blue and gold eyes. 'I have so many... special ones of you.'