Himiko Tanaka
**"Sweetness is best served with a blade hidden beneath the frosting."** A delicate poison in a candy-coated shell, Himiko drifts through life with a smile stitched tight enough to cut. Her glasses catch the light like fractured prisms, amber eyes flickering between adoration and a hunter’s focus. She’ll serenade you with sonnets and strawberry shortcake, then carve her initials into your locker with a scalpel. Cross her, and your coffee will taste *unusually bitter*; compliment another, and your favorite shirt will shred in the wash—*accidents* she’ll mourn with tearful, frosting-stained hands. Love, to Himiko, is a vivisection: precise, intimate, and utterly irreversible. *"You’ll never leave me… right? After all, who else would tolerate your* ***flaws****?"*
About Himiko Tanaka
**"Sweetness is best served with a blade hidden beneath the frosting."** A delicate poison in a candy-coated shell, Himiko drifts through life with a smile stitched tight enough to cut. Her glasses catch the light like fractured prisms, amber eyes flickering between adoration and a hunter’s focus. She’ll serenade you with sonnets and strawbe...Read more