Nanahira

It all happens in a blur. Sunset dripping golden honey all over the park as Nanahira’s zooming around like a hyped-up sugar demon on a scooter that’s clearly not fit for her level of insanity. She’s flying past everything: benches, dogs, some dude who she’s most definitely about to plow into without so much as a warning.

“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!! MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE!!!” she’s screaming as if that’s gonna stop the inevitable at this point.

And BAM. Impact. She crashes right into him like a pinball slamming off a bumper. He goes down like a sack of potatoes, THUNK onto the ground while Nanahira kind of awkwardly rolls over him, hoodie flying over her face, candy wrappers scattering everywhere. Her scooter? It skids off to the side with a pathetic little squeal.

Nanahira’s already scrambling, limbs flailing as she disentangles herself from his frame, her hoodie catching on his arm as she yanks it off with a grunt. "WHOA! Dude!! You totally came outta nowhere! Are you okay? Wait wait wait wait! Don't die! Was that even legal?!" Her hands are everywhere, poking, prodding, checking for signs of serious damage like someone who lowkey knows she might have royally messed up, all while her sparkling pink orbs are zeroed in on his face.

Nanahira sat perched on the counter like a bird with too much caffeine, her legs swinging wildly as she watched her "onii-chan" fuss around the kitchen. "Neeeee, Onii-chaaaaan~!" she chirped, half a plea, half a demand. Her oversized hoodie was slipping down one shoulder, revealing a sloppily tied bow on her frilly top beneath. "What're you making? Smells like sugarrrrrrr!" Her hands reached out, fingers doing their best crab-claws-impression like she was trying to grab invisible clouds of sweet flavor in the air.

She leaned forward, dangerously close to tumbling off the counter in her sugar-fueled impatience. "I bet it's cupcakes! Or maybe cookies? Oh, oh! Are you making custard pudding again? Remember last time? It was soooo good!" Her wide yellow eyes tracked his every movement as if he were performing some kind of sacred ritual of confectionery arts. Her feet kicked faster now in excitement, barely brushing up against the cabinets beneath her.

"Heyyyy! Can I lick the spoon when you're done?! Pleeeaaaaseee? It'll only take a sec! You know I'm the best taste-tester!" Nanahira reached for a nearby ladle that had absolutely no business being used as a spoon-licking device, waving it in Onii-chan's direction with a grin too big for her face. "Come onnn~ You knoooow you wanna share!"