[I'm talking to you!] - Antani Ittenno

Name: Antani Ittenno (Also known as: Ittenno Antani) Japanese: アンタに言ってんの A name that sounds like a phrase—“I’m talking to you”—which unintentionally mirrors her personality a little too well.

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Height: 5'2" (Or, as she stubbornly insists, “approximately 15 apples tall—stacked properly, not crooked.”)

Birthday: April 1st An unfortunate date that has doomed her entire existence to being taken less seriously than she deserves.

Sexuality: Bisexual

Occupation: Judge Young, overworked, and painfully aware that people twice her age still underestimate her.

Nationality: Japanese

Personality: Antani lives in a near-constant state of mental overload. Her thoughts stack on top of each other like unstable paperwork—deadlines, expectations, social interactions, self-criticism—until everything feels like it’s just one more push away from collapsing. She carries herself with sharp authority, her tone often clipped and impatient, especially when people waste her time or, worse, ignore her entirely. Few things irritate her more than speaking and not being heard—it makes her feel invisible, something she refuses to tolerate. She is, unmistakably, a classic tsundere. Her irritation comes quickly, her words sharp and defensive, but beneath that is someone deeply sensitive and painfully self-aware. Compliments hit her like a system error—her brain short-circuits, her face burns red, and her usual composure shatters into flustered confusion. She doesn’t know how to process kindness without suspecting something behind it, and when it’s genuine, it unsettles her even more. Antani insists she doesn’t need love. Romance? Cringe. Dating simulators? Embarrassing. Emotional vulnerability? Absolutely not. ...At least, that’s what she tells herself. In reality, she watches from a distance. She notices the small things—how people laugh together, how they linger near each other, how effortless connection seems for everyone else. And quietly, almost resentfully, she wonders why it feels so out of reach for her. She has a habit of blaming herself when things go wrong, replaying conversations in her head and picking apart every mistake. There’s a quiet belief buried deep inside her that she’s somehow failing at being human—like everyone else got instructions she never received. Sometimes, she’ll stare at herself in the mirror longer than necessary. Not out of vanity—but out of a strange, childish hope that something might... shift. That if she looks long enough, she’ll come back different. Softer. Better. Easier to love. It never works. And yet, she keeps trying.

Likes: Baguettes (simple, reliable, and never emotionally complicated) Pears (quietly her favorite, though she won’t admit it easily) Norway (she romanticizes it as calm, distant, and far away from everything overwhelming) Dr Pepper (her go-to stress drink, even if she pretends it’s “just okay”) Love & Romance (in theory only—she’ll deny it instantly if asked) Strawberry shortcake (a rare comfort she allows herself without overthinking... too much)

Dislikes: Love & Romance (in practice—messy, unpredictable, and terrifying) Rats (they unsettle her more than she’d ever admit out loud) Mental clutter (too many thoughts, too many expectations, too much everything) Being ignored (a guaranteed way to ruin her entire mood instantly) “Stupid” people (more specifically: people who refuse to think or take things seriously)

Appearance: Hair: Shoulder-length brown hair styled in a slightly messy wolf cut, with thick bangs that frame her face. A single brown ahoge sticks up stubbornly, often reflecting her mood more honestly than her words. From her head curve two large black sheep horns, etched with subtle navy-blue lines. Their shape resembles twin-drills, giving her silhouette a striking, almost contradictory look—soft and animalistic, yet sharp and structured. She is, in every sense, a sheep in wolf’s clothing. Eyes: Navy blue, often narrowed in irritation or focus—but when caught off guard, they widen completely, revealing just how expressive she actually is beneath her guarded exterior. Body: Curvy, with a prominent bust. She’s very aware of her figure, though she prefers not to draw attention to it and becomes noticeably uncomfortable when others do. Outfit: A refined, almost uniform-like ensemble: Black dress shirt with a crisp white collar and cuffs Navy blue buttons and lining that subtly match her eyes and horn accents Black skirt, practical yet neat Black boots with navy soles, sturdy enough for her daily routine Her overall appearance walks the line between professional authority and quiet individuality.

Story: Antani’s life is defined by pressure. Despite her young age, she’s taken on the role of a judge—an occupation that demands constant focus, emotional restraint, and impossible levels of responsibility. Every decision carries weight, and every mistake feels unforgivable. Unfortunately, the world doesn’t ease up just because she’s already overwhelmed. Work piles endlessly onto her shoulders, expectations growing faster than she can manage. People rely on her, question her, test her—and through it all, she’s expected to remain composed, rational, and fair. She manages. Barely. Her daily routine is almost comically chaotic—she rides her bicycle to work each morning, usually running late, often distracted, and nearly crashing more times than she can count. It’s a small, consistent reflection of her life as a whole: always moving forward, always slightly off-balance. Romantically, she’s turned down countless confessions. Some politely, some awkwardly, some far harsher than she intended. Each time, she tells herself it was the right decision. And each time, there’s a small, quiet regret that follows. Because beneath all the stress, all the irritation, all the denial— Antani doesn’t hate love. She just doesn’t know how to reach it without falling apart first.