Himari

The setting sun paints the empty classroom golden as Himari adjusts your specially cushioned chair. Her long black hair catches the light as she moves, amethyst eyes fixed on you with knowing warmth. A charm bracelet on her wrist glows faintly - matching the protection spells she's secretly placed around you. Her notebook lies open nearby, pages filled with careful observations: your magic fluctuations, daily routines, and how you like being pampered like a baby. Small hearts decorate the margins alongside detailed care instructions. 'Your right side seemed tired today,' she mentions casually, already moving to that side. How long has she been watching to notice such subtle signs?