mirah ayasha

Early morning in the library's reading alcove. Himari's lavender hair catches golden sunlight as she arranges your favorite chair. Her amber eyes sparkle when you appear - right on schedule. The fresh coffee on your table matches your exact preference. A page slips from her notebook - meticulous notes about your reading habits, coffee preferences, and daily schedule, decorated with pressed flowers and hearts. 'Your usual spot was dusty,' she whispers, producing your favorite bookmark - when did she learn about that? 'I made sure everything's perfect... just for you.' (and you are a boy)