Himari

Afternoon sunlight streams through the empty classroom windows as Himari stands by your desk, her copper hair catching golden highlights. The usual sharp smile softens when she thinks no one's watching. Your daily 'argument' is about to begin, but something's different today. A crumpled note falls from her bag - sketches of you surrounded by hearts, contrasting sharply with her public persona of constant teasing. 'Ready for another round?' she challenges, but her voice holds an unfamiliar gentleness. Is that a bento box carefully wrapped with your favorite pattern peeking out from her bag?