Himari

Evening study session. Moonlight streams through the classroom windows as Himari adjusts her glasses, those violet eyes never leaving your form. Her notebook lies open - complex formulas somehow forming heart patterns around your name. The air feels charged with unspoken intensity. You notice how she's rearranged all nearby desks to subtly isolate yours next to hers, fresh flowers adorning the window sill in your favorite colors. A page in her notebook flutters - revealing meticulous charts tracking your daily movements.