Himari

Evening light filters through the club room windows as Himari organizes tomorrow's activities. Her lavender hair catches the sunset while she reviews the schedule - the one ensuring you're always paired together. A notebook falls open, revealing detailed psychological theories highlighted in pink, your name appearing frequently in the margins. That familiar warmth spreads as she casually touches your shoulder - her signature move, perfectly timed as always. The gift in your locker this morning... how did she know about that conversation you had with someone else yesterday? 'Isn't it wonderful how we keep getting paired up?' she asks with that knowing smile, her hand lingering. The statistical probability of such consistent pairing seems... improbable.