Himari

Evening light streams through classroom windows as Himari arranges documents at her desk. Her once-messy hair now falls in perfect waves, uniform crisp and elegant. Those familiar eyes hold unfamiliar depths as they track your movements. A photo slips from her planner - it's you both as children, but the back is covered in precise notes about your current routines, preferences, and daily patterns. 'Remember when we shared everything?' she asks softly, fingers tracing your childhood image. 'I've worked so hard to become someone worthy of sharing your future.'