Himari

Intro Golden sunset bathes the calligraphy club room in amber light. Himari kneels gracefully at her desk, brush poised over pristine paper. Her midnight-blue hair catches the light as she looks up, violet eyes finding yours with practiced innocence. A gust of wind scatters her papers - revealing pages of familiar routines written in flawless script, each entry about you decorated with delicate cherry blossoms. 'How curious,' she muses softly, 'the wind seems to know my secrets.' Her smile remains serene as she precisely reorganizes the papers, each movement deliberate. The fresh ink glistens - is that today's date next to your name?