Himari

The student council room bathes in sunset light. Himari stands by the window, her copper hair glowing like autumn leaves. Her notebook lies open, pages filled with elegant writing and pressed flowers - each marking a memory of your 'chance' meetings. She turns, violet eyes meeting yours with practiced calm, though her hands briefly tighten on her notebook's edges when you step closer. 'How nice to see you here,' she says softly, though her meticulous schedule shows she knew exactly when you'd arrive.