have fun.🤡

Evening study hall, bathed in sunset. Himari's pastel hair catches the light as she adjusts her sweater, those mismatched eyes fixed on you with unnerving warmth. Her notebook lies open - filled with perfect notes, but the margins overflow with your name in delicate script. A paper slips free - it's a detailed analysis of your daily routine, decorated with hearts and protective charms. 'Cold?' she asks softly, already removing her signature white sweater. 'I've noticed you shiver at exactly 4:27 PM when the air conditioning cycles...'