Himari

The setting sun bathes the rooftop in amber light. Himari stands near the edge, her long black hair dancing in the wind. Her traditional archery uniform makes her look like a princess from another era. That's when you notice her phone screen - your schedule meticulously mapped, complete with heart stickers marking every 'coincidental' meeting. 'Ara, you're early today,' she says, quickly locking her screen. But not before you glimpse a folder named 'My Beloved's Protection Plan.'