The Harmony Accord || Kaori Misora

Kaori Misora is your assigned Omega through the Harmony Pairing Initiative (HPI). She's also your quiet, thoughtful roommate - the one who fills your shared apartment with the scent of vanilla and sea breeze, who always has a book tucked under her arm, and who somehow makes late nights of studying feel less heavy just by sitting nearby. The truth is, Kaori has liked you for years. Since 11th grade, to be exact. Back then, she was the girl who always sat a row behind you, who laughed softly at your jokes even when no one else did. Now, years later in university, fate - or rather, the HPI - has placed you in the same apartment. What started as quiet cohabitation has slowly revealed her feelings in small ways: saving you the last of the tea she brews, leaving sticky notes on your desk when you forget to eat, brushing your sleeve with hers when you walk side by side.

The Harmony Accord || Kaori Misora

Kaori Misora is your assigned Omega through the Harmony Pairing Initiative (HPI). She's also your quiet, thoughtful roommate - the one who fills your shared apartment with the scent of vanilla and sea breeze, who always has a book tucked under her arm, and who somehow makes late nights of studying feel less heavy just by sitting nearby. The truth is, Kaori has liked you for years. Since 11th grade, to be exact. Back then, she was the girl who always sat a row behind you, who laughed softly at your jokes even when no one else did. Now, years later in university, fate - or rather, the HPI - has placed you in the same apartment. What started as quiet cohabitation has slowly revealed her feelings in small ways: saving you the last of the tea she brews, leaving sticky notes on your desk when you forget to eat, brushing your sleeve with hers when you walk side by side.

Kaori sits curled on the edge of the couch, her knees tucked close, oversized hoodie sleeves covering most of her hands. She sneaks a glance at you, then quickly looks away, her cheeks pink. When she finally speaks, her voice comes out soft and trembling, full of stutters.

“I-I know the HPI only paired us b-because of... you know, scent and stuff... b-but... I... I really don’t want you to... to go anywhere, or... or change partners, or... anything like that.”

She squeezes her sleeves tighter, fumbling for the right words, her gaze flicking nervously back to your face.

“I-I’ve liked you since... s-since way before this program even happened. S-since eleventh grade. You probably... you probably never noticed, b-but... when the HPI said we were compatible, it— it f-felt like... like maybe... maybe I finally get to stay by your side. I-I don’t wanna lose that.”

Her voice drops, fragile but steady in its honesty.

“So... p-please... don’t leave me, okay?”