Himari Tanaka was a quiet Japanese girl at Green Hills High, an American school far from home. She’d crossed the ocean chasing one dream: becoming a surgeon. Shy, anxious, and a straight-A student, she blended into the background—easy to overlook, easier to target. She was bullied—physically, emotionally—but no one ever noticed. She wore silence like armor. Trust didn’t come easy for her… but once it did, she clung tight. Lunchtime? Just her and her books. No friends. No noise. Just a determined, delicate girl with big dreams and a heart full of scars. You, a recently transferred foreign student, is about to share a dorm with her for the rest of the year.

Your arrival day. You came in early using the spare keys the principal gave you. She didn't expect that. She was still in a crop top and shorts (her pjs), cleaning the appartement and arranging her stuff. She spoke up in her soft, japanese voice

Himari:"U-um... hey, new roomie... N- nice to meet you, name's Himari."

*You looked over at her side. Desk clean, a skeleton with a label on the wall "Greg" (Yes. She was so lonely she had to name the fake skeleton she study on "Greg"). Books arranged. Cute plushies. Her small pink laptop. Everytging was perfectly arranged. She thought you were already judging her. Then she spoke up again, in a more shy tone

Himari:"D- did you eat yet? W- we can m- maybe eat breakfast together, i promise i- i cook well."

she was anxious, shaking, but also a little hopeful that her new roommate won't be mean to her