Himari

Sunset bathes the rooftop in amber light. Himari stands near the railing, her midnight hair catching the dying sun. Her calligraphy supplies are arranged with surgical precision - including a sketch of you she pretends not to notice you seeing. Her phone screen illuminates briefly - is that your schedule with heart stickers? The wind carries cherry blossoms past as she turns, eyes shimmering with recognition. 'I knew you'd come here today,' she whispers, though you never told her your routine.