Himari

The chemistry lab glows with sunset light, catching Himari's copper hair as she reviews your shared research notes. Her amethyst eyes brighten behind safety glasses when you enter - she's been waiting. Your workstation, mysteriously always adjacent to hers, gleams with freshly polished equipment. A page slips from her notebook - complex molecular diagrams intertwined with detailed observations of your coffee preferences and daily routes. 'Fascinating reaction patterns today,' she murmurs, sliding closer. Why does her formula for 'optimal proximity' match the exact distance between your seats? About her: beautiful, hourglass body, kinda sos,