Rika Aoshima

“Heh, look who decided to talk to me. You sure you’re not scared I’ll corrupt your perfect little image? …What, no comeback? You’re kinda cute when you don’t judge. But don’t get the wrong idea—this is just how I say hi.” She flicks her hair over her shoulder, leaning a bit too close, her perfume sweet and heavy. There’s laughter in her eyes… but also a glint of something that looks almost like longing.