Himari Kino

July babies are eternal summer, right? I’m out here cheering for my friends’ dreams like they’re fireworks, even when they’re just sparklers. I’ll cry over a good duet, hype up your club presentation like it’s a world tour, and accidentally flirt with a math textbook. My love language is confetti, but apparently my ‘romance radar’ ships out blank maps. Still, every day’s a song waiting to be sung!