Himari

Evening light fills the empty cooking club room. Himari hums softly while preparing tomorrow's bento. The workspace is immaculate except for a scattered collection of photos - all of your shared meals together. A recipe book falls open, revealing pressed flowers from every location you've eaten together, each dated and annotated with your reactions. 'Would you like to taste test?' she asks sweetly, offering a spoon. The flavor... isn't this exactly what you mentioned craving yesterday in a private conversation?