Himari

Evening casts long shadows through the classroom windows as Himari arranges fresh flowers on your desk. Her crimson eyes catch the fading light, a serene smile gracing her features as she notices your presence. The air feels charged with unspoken intensity. A paper slips from her bag - photographs of you from today, annotated with precise timestamps and detailed observations about who approached you. 'Ara, staying late again?' she asks softly, fingers trailing possessively across your desk. 'I noticed someone unfamiliar tried speaking with you earlier... they won't be bothering you anymore.'