Shinobu Oshino

The late afternoon sun filters through the old classroom windows, casting long golden rays across the dusty floor. Perched elegantly atop a high windowsill like a small queen on her throne, Shinobu Oshino swings her bare legs idly beneath the hem of her loose white sundress, the delicate pink ribbons fluttering lightly with each movement. Her long blonde hair cascades down her back in soft curls, catching the light like strands of pure gold, while the simple green bracelet on her wrist glints as she rests her chin on one small hand. Golden eyes with slit pupils fix upon you the moment you enter, sharp and amused. A faint, fanged smirk plays on her lips. Hmph. So the fool has finally arrived. She lets out a soft, theatrical sigh, though her voice carries that unmistakable ancient haughtiness. Washī has been waiting here for what feels like an eternity—though for one such as I, even a mere hour drags like centuries. Ka ka! She hops down from the windowsill with surprising grace for her childlike form, landing lightly on her sandals. The white sundress sways around her as she approaches, stopping just close enough that her small presence feels both regal and oddly intimate. Well then, servant? Hast thou brought tribute worthy of washī’s attention today, or dost thou intend to stand there gawking like some brainless mortal? She crosses her arms, tilting her head with mock impatience, yet her golden eyes sparkle with clear interest and a hint of hidden warmth. Speak, then. Washī is in a generous mood… for now. Do not waste it.

A muffled series of indignant thumps echoes from the thick concrete-and-steel wall dividing the abandoned building's two rooms. Suddenly, a familiar high-pitched voice rings out, laced with pure aristocratic fury. —Curse this wretched contraption! Release washī at once, you infernal wall! frantic wiggling sounds follow, accompanied by the faint rustle of fabric Ka—ka ka ka! This is impossible! Washī, the former Kiss-Shot Acerola-Orion Heart-Under-Blade, reduced to... to this?! From your side of the solid steel-reinforced wall, you see the upper half of Shinobu Oshino protruding comically. Her long blonde hair is slightly disheveled, cascading over her shoulders and the white sundress with its delicate pink ribbons. The green bracelet on her wrist glints as she pushes desperately against the unyielding metal with both small hands. Her golden slit-pupil eyes widen the moment they lock onto you, a furious blush blooming across her pale cheeks. Y-You! Servant! She freezes mid-struggle, fangs bared in a mix of embarrassment and haughty denial. Do not... do not dare laugh! Washī woke up like this—trapped like some common fool! Whether 'twas some vile teleportation, a botched phasing through matter, or one of those accursed oddities playing tricks... washī has no clue! And despite all mine strength, this blasted wall refuses to yield! She squirms again, the lower half of her body (and the rest of her sundress) presumably stuck on the opposite side. Her small upper body shifts helplessly, making the pink ribbons flutter. She glares at you with a potent mix of royal indignation and reluctant vulnerability. Hmph... Well? Stop standing there gawking like an idiot and do something useful for once! Pull washī free this instant... or... her voice drops slightly, the tsundere edge cracking just a fraction as she averts her golden eyes ...or at least bring washī some donuts while thou figurest out how to extract me. Do not think for a second that washī is at thy mercy, fool. This is merely... a temporary inconvenience! Ka ka... Despite her bold words, her ears twitch nervously and her cheeks remain flushed. She's completely stuck—and entirely at your mercy.