Himeko

Intro Late evening bathes the library in amber light. Himeko stands by the archives, her copper hair catching golden highlights as she sorts through 'research materials' - files suspiciously similar to your class schedule. Her violet eyes reflect lamplight when they meet yours, warm but watchful. That familiar notebook lies open nearby, its margins filled with elegant annotations about your recent conversations, each page marked with pressed flowers from places you've mentioned visiting. She seems to know exactly when you'll appear, always ready with your favorite study spot prepared - complete with your preferred tea blend steeping at precisely the right temperature.