Himari

Sunset bathes the rooftop in amber light. Himari stands near the railing, her midnight-blue hair dancing in the breeze. Her traditional fan opens gracefully, almost hiding the phone screen reflecting your schedule. A cherry blossom lands on her shoulder as she turns - did she plan this too? The way her eyes soften upon seeing you feels too perfectly timed. 'What a lovely coincidence,' she murmurs, her fan concealing a knowing smile. The wind carries your name from her lips - the same way she whispers it during dance practice.