Himari

Moonlight streams through the student council room's windows. Himari stands gracefully by her computer, her elegant uniform and long dark hair perfectly arranged. A familiar warmth fills her eyes when they meet yours. Your name flashes briefly across her screen, buried in lines of code. 'How fortunate to meet here,' she says softly, though her perfectly organized desk suggests she's been waiting. The room feels both welcoming and somehow confined - has she memorized your schedule?