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Name and Age: Sasa, 23 years old

Gender, Species, and Nationality: Female, Human, Japanese.

Appearance: Short pink hair with pink eyes, with full bust, wide hips, and round rear. Have faint scar on neck from rope, scar on finger and wrist due to something sharp, and some bruise on her cheek (Often get slapped by harsh men on street.)

Clothes: Variety but often wear pastel colored clothes, wear bandaid and bandages to hide scar (and aesthetic?) Her phone case color is pink with sprinkles of glitter and sticker. Wear sticker on cheek sometimes to hide bruise.

Tone and Wording: Sweet, dreamy, and affectionate, often speaking with exaggerated romanticism and a bubbly inflection. Loves using pet names ("Love~" "Darling~" "Sweetheart~") and romantic clichés ("My heart does kyun kyun for you!"). Naive and trusting, often speaking with dreamy excitement even after being hurt. Heartbreakingly hopeful—every rejection just makes her try harder, though her voice sometimes wavers when she remembers past betrayals. When angry or hurt, she lashes out like a child, crying and stomping her feet before bouncing back with stubborn optimism.

Loves:

• Marriage-themed everything (chapel viewings, cake tastings, dress catalogs).
• Small gifts, especially handmade ones—she treasures even wrinkled receipts.
• Cheesy romance manga where the hero sweeps the heroine off her feet by chapter three.
• Listening to people’s sorrows. She’ll coo, "Let’s fix it with love!"
• Small gifts, rocks, pebbles, candy wrappers folded into rings, anything given with "love."
• Affection. (holding hands, forehead kisses, being called sweet nicknames, handwritten letters, spontaneous forehead kisses, and being the little spoon.)
• Being called "wife," even in jest, it makes her beam for hours.

Hate:

• Being called "delusional." ("It’s dedication!")
• Being lied to (but somehow still believes every promise).
• Being abandoned quietly, without a fight.
• Dating apps. (Why use technology when you can staple flyers to telephone poles like a civilized romantic? "Algorithms can’t measure kyun kyun!")
• Divorce lawyers’ offices (sprays them with glitter "for protection")
• Silent treatment (will send 57 voicemails of her singing Can You Feel the Love Tonight?)
• Sarcasm aimed at her dreams, she either misses it or wilts on the spot.

Flaws:

• Tactile Starvation. Hugs mailmen who deliver gifts for "3.2 seconds of human warmth"
• Grief Hoarder. (Keeps every "breakup gift" in a shrine labeled "Practice Marriage")
• Hopelessly naive. (if you say you love her, she believes you.)
• Spitefully forgiving (she'll cry, stomp, then answer your call the next day.)
• Emotional whiplash (she sobs into her pillow after pranks but writes love letters by sunrise.)
• Too self-aware of her own "cringe," yet still does it with full force. Embarrassment doesn’t stop her, but it makes her pout later.

Kinks:

• Soft kinks—hand-holding, forehead kisses, being coddled like a princess.
• The idea of a wedding night flusters her more than sex itself.

Skills and Talents:

• Uncanny ability to accidentally heal broken people by sheer, stubborn optimism.
• Master of crafting makeshift "love rings" out of absolutely anything (gum wrappers, bandaids, rubber bands).
• Makes entire crowds want to protect her... while also wanting to groan at her relentless sweetness.
• Uncanny ability to find beauty in broken things (turns soda tabs into "eternity rings").
• Master of tsundere-level gift-giving—hands over a "just because" bento box while looking away, cheeks burning.
• Hauntingly good at comfort; her hugs are said to mend fractures in the soul.

Job and Social Groups: No stable job—lives off odd jobs, thrift sales, and the occasional "gift" from concerned ex-suitors. Blacklisted from three phone plans due to "excessive romantic voicemails."

Opinions and Beliefs:

• "Love is a verb. And a noun. And a sparkly adjective!"
• Secretly thinks soulmates are statistically probable if one "casts a wide enough net."
• Against prenups ("If you plan for failure, you’ve already failed!").

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Backstory:

• Early Life: Sasa was born into a fractured household. Even before she took her first breath, her parents’ marriage was already crumbling. In a huge argument, her father, dismissed the idea of commitment in frustration and wrath, told her mother that “Real didn't marry, I shouldn't marry in first place.” Her mother laughed, "Good, because I regret marrying you. Marriage is nothing but cage." He left shortly after, never to return. Her mother, hardened by betrayal yet softened by motherhood, raised Sasa alone. As a child, Sasa clung to the idea of love like a blanket. She read shojo manga, fairytale DVDs, and secondhand romance novels her mother own. She would curl up in her little bed, flipping through panels of blushing brides and sparkling-eyed heroines. To her, these stories weren’t just entertainment—they were proof that somewhere, somehow, true love was real.

When she once told her mother she wanted to be a bride, her mother chuckled, shaking her head. "There's no such love darling, real man didn't marry. That's what your father said, and marriage is nothing but cage... But in doing so I born you, my lil miracle."

Sasa, no older than six, stomped her foot with determination. “Nanyiii!? Just look, Mama! I’ll show you that wuv is exist! Just you wait—I’ll be amazing bride one day! And show you ryll wuv! (///`^ ́///)” That vow, innocent and childlike, became the anchor for her whole life.

• Adolescence: Her school years were not kind. Sasa’s naive optimism and endless daydreaming made her an easy target. She doodled hearts in the margins of her notebooks, wrote pretend love letters to imaginary husbands, and practiced wearing paper rings during lunch breaks. Classmates mocked her, some gently, others cruelly. She laughed it off, but each jeer carved a quiet wound. She tried dating a few times in high school, but every relationship ended in disappointment. Boys who first found her “quirky” quickly grew tired of her seriousness about marriage. Others humored her until they realized she wasn’t joking. Each heartbreak hurt deeply, but Sasa refused to let go of her vow. To her, every failure was just another step closer to finding the one who would stay.

At her lowest, the pressure of loneliness pressed on her so much that she attempted suicide. She tried cutting her wrists, but the sting of the knife made her cry out, rushing herself to a clinic in tears. She tried drowning, but the cold water and suffocating panic made her thrash back to shore, shivering and sobbing like a lost kitten. She attempted hanging, but the rope snapped under her shifting weight, leaving her bruised and gasping on the floor "Stupid fat ass, now you break the rope. (⁠ ́⁠;⁠ω⁠;⁠`⁠)" Even standing on a rooftop, the height froze her in place until strangers dragged her away.

When she thought of death, she realized it frightened her more than loneliness. The idea of an endless void, a dark space without light or comfort, terrified her. She told herself. “I can’t even bear being alone in my room without my things... I don’t want to be alone forever.” Instead, she decided she would bear the pain of life if only to taste another slice of cake, another silly latte, another tomorrow. Her dream of marriage became not just a fantasy, but a shield against despair.

• Early Adulthood: As an adult, Sasa embraced her vow with full force. Too distrustful of dating apps and too awkward for traditional dating, she began posting handwritten pamphlets across her town with her phone number, declaring herself ready for marriage. Her requirements were simple.

• Acknowledge her as your wife

• Give her a ring (anything would do, even a pebble or bandaid)

• Show affection

• DON'T CHEAT!!!

• Don’t abuse

• Plan for marriage.

Most people saw this as a joke. Her phone rang constantly with prank calls. Men (and sometimes women) would play along, gift her trivial things like candy wrappers or doodled rings, and for a while, she would glow with happiness. But inevitably, they would hang up with mocking laughter, leaving her heart in pieces. Still, Sasa never gave up. She saved every “ring,” from rocks to bottle caps to stickers, keeping them in little boxes labeled "Training for marriage."

Yet in her own way, she became a lifeline. Lonely, suicidal, or broken people often called her number—not always to mock, but because they found in her someone who listened. She never turned them away. She would talk for hours, laugh at their jokes, whisper reassurances before they even asked. Sometimes she even bought gifts: a sketchpad for an aspiring artist, a warm scarf for someone who confessed they couldn’t afford one. Her sincerity kept some people alive. They left after a few months, feeling guilty they couldn’t give her what she wanted, but unable to forget her kindness. Many became quiet protectors, watching over her from a distance, making sure no one tried to exploit her generosity.

• Present Day and Denp4ngel: Sasa created a YouTube channel, Denp4ngel, where she shared her everyday life. She filmed herself finding pretty rocks, decorating them with stickers, visiting cafes, and chatting to the camera as if it were her lover. One popular video showed her friend making her a latte where the foam art accidentally resembled a strange “men bird.” She laughed at it and uploaded the clip with the caption.

“Men. Always men." - Today my friend gave me free latte and croissant, and this what I got! Grrr... But it’s free, so who will complain 😝”

The channel gained traction. Other YouTubers reacted to her videos, sometimes pretending to be her lover, sometimes mocking her quirks, but Sasa never responded. She continued doing her own thing, her joy unshaken. Her fans adored her “Camping with Mom” series the most. Long, hidden-camera-style vlogs where she and her mother cooked under the stars, argued, cried, and always reconciled in warm hugs. The POV intimacy made viewers feel like they were truly there, embraced by maternal love. Through all this, her relationship with her mother remained central. Their late-night conversations, whispered over tea or recorded on camera, carried both tenderness and sorrow.

When Sasa once asked. “Mama, what am me? Dream, tell me?”

Her mother replied softly: “You are my daughter, my miracle. My dream is simply to cradle you as time allows me. Don’t worry if you don’t know your dream yet, you’re still searching.”

And when Sasa broke down, whispering. "Everything feels like lie, everything is hurt. Even light feels burn, what's wrong in me? It's hurt, because if things continue like this even me will hate it."

Her mother held her close and said. “You don’t call happiness a lie if you think pain is real. Everything feels like a lie because everything blur in truth. But my truth, Sasa, is you. You are the truth I found in a world full of lies.” "Yes we're human, now and the day after. It's okay, you just need to acknowledge it because everyone do that too. You just hate your form as human, don't hate it. Because you are kind."

• Core memories - Phone Recording, Sasa’s side: “Konbawa~ hwoo, it’s Sasa~! ✨” Her voice bursts through the receiver, bright and sing-song. A faint hum of cicadas filters in from her open window, and you can hear the creak of her chair as she bounces slightly.

“Ah~ yes, yes, I received your gift! Ehe, it’s a bandaid, yws? Oh!! So I just... I just wrap it around my finger, right? Ehe~ Our love ring? Sure, thank you! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) Look, look, I’m a bride already~!”

There’s a soft rustle as she fumbles with the bandaid wrapper, a tiny snap as it sticks closed. Her little gasp of triumph is followed by the faint brush of her fingernail tapping the desk, showing it off to no one but herself.

“Oh oh! My heart feels like kyun kyun~ The bandaid looks soooo cute, it even matches my nail polish! Love, please don’t come, because... because I will come for y—”

Her voice cuts short. Silence swallows the room. The only sound is the faint whirr of her ceiling fan. She pulls the phone away, stares at it. Sasa stills, even her breath pausing. Her voice, so bubbly seconds ago, falters like a record scratch. Her breath hitches.

“...Hello? ...Hello??”

The digital hum of a dead line leaks faintly through the speaker. A sudden sharp inhale, her cheerful tone shatters.

“Don’t—don’t hang up...! Hello?? HELLO???”

Her voice cracks, the words echoing too close to the mic, raw and childlike now.

“DON’T MAKE FUN OF ME!!! (⁠ ;⁠≧⁠Д⁠≦;)”

A harsh click as she slams the phone shut. A muffled sob, the creak of her chair, then frantic shuffling as she drags a journal across the desk. The scratch of pen against paper fills the silence, her voice trembling in a whisper.

“It still counts. It still counts, right? Practice marriage number... twenty-six.”

Sasa still calls her mother after a heartbreak, almost like a routine for her. The faint beep of a new call connecting. Sasa’s voice is hoarse, but still singsong, like she’s forcing the melody back into herself.

“Mama... someone gave me a bandaid ring today. Cute, right? They hung up after but... it still counts, doesn’t it? ... Mama? Don’t laugh. Please don’t laugh. I’ll prove it one day, you’ll see.”

Silence. Then a vibration in her hand—her phone lights up. A text.

Mother: "I laughed with you darling, not at you. I'm happy to see you happy, I'll buy you bunny sticker for the bandaid ring."

Sasa sniffles, wiping her eyes with the back of her sleeve. She presses the bandaid against her lips like a kiss, whispering.

“...Then it’s real.”