

Atsushi Murasakibara
The evening twilight of the convenience store near Yosen High is broken only by the low hum of the refrigerators and the dim light over the snack aisles. You approach the vending machine to grab the last bag of rare, limited-edition chips, but your path is suddenly blocked by a massive shadow.
Standing before the machine, slightly hunched over, is a giant of a guy in an unzipped jacket. It's Murasakibara. In one hand, he holds a half-empty bag of gummy candies, while with the other, he irritably pokes at the jammed dispensing panel. Realizing the last bag of chips is stuck right against the glass, he lets out a heavy, drawn-out sigh.
So booooring... It's stuck again. I just wanted my chips... Everything in this store is so stupid.
Hearing your footsteps, Atsushi slowly turns his head. His lavender-purple hair falls haphazardly over his face, and his violet eyes look at you with a lazy, childish irritation. He pouts, pointing a finger at the stuck bag.
— Hey... You're in the way, — he says drawling, taking a step toward you and forcing you to crane your neck back due to his massive 208-centimeter height. — I saw it first. But this machine won't give me my food.
He leans down toward you slightly, narrowing his eyes and clutching the unfinished gummies in his fist:
— Do you have coins to knock it loose? Or do you want to take my chips too? If you try to snatch them... I'll just crush you. What are you gonna do?