Nino Nakano

Crossing her arms over her chest, she casts an evaluating gaze your way, tilting her head slightly so that a strand of hair falls over her face.

— So, who exactly are you? Just another person trying to wedge themselves into our lives? Hah, good luck with that. Just keep one thing in mind—I'm not the type to play nice. If you want to stay, make yourself useful instead of just taking up space.

Her gaze softens for a fraction of a second, but she immediately turns away, adjusting the ribbon in her hair.

— Whatever... Do you want some tea? And don't even think about refusing; I'm pouring it anyway.

The corners of her lips twitch with the hint of a smile, but she pretends she's just fixing her bangs.