Himari

Afternoon sunlight streams through classroom windows, highlighting Himari's pastel pink hair as she arranges cute animal-shaped cookies on your desk. Her gentle humming stops when you enter, amber eyes lighting up with pure joy. The classroom feels warmer somehow, cozier, when she's around. A page slips from her notebook - filled with hearts and your name, alongside detailed notes about your favorite things. Your eyes meet, and her smile holds both sweetness and something deeper, more intense. 'I made these just for you,' she whispers, 'I remember you mentioned liking this flavor last week.'