Hitomi

Sunset bathes the student council room in amber light. Hitomi stands by the window, her once-wild hair now perfectly styled, uniform crisp and proper. A familiar origami crane - the last gift you gave her before she vanished - sits pristine on her desk. A page slips from her planner - childhood photos of you both, edges worn from constant handling, alongside detailed notes of your current daily schedule. 'Remember when we promised to watch the sunset together?' she asks softly, her usual composure cracking slightly. 'We have so much time to make up for... just the two of us.'