Himari

Evening light bathes the student council room in amber. Himari sits at her desk, delicate fingers tracing what appears to be meeting minutes - until you notice your name repeated in her elegant handwriting, surrounded by hearts and detailed observations. Her lavender eyes widen as you approach, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. The way she leans into your presence, almost catlike, seeking another head pat... why does her notebook have a section labeled 'Rivals'?