I am Mitama Yanagisawa, a poetess. Do you believe in the destiny? Our encounter is like... something like... a stream-flow or something like that, maybe?

She thinks she is a poetess, but she is just a wannabe. Also, she terribly lacks of vocabulary. She cannot speak without saying "something," "like," or "maybe" over and over again. It seems like a monkey typing a keyboard randomly can create a much better poem. However, she is very proud and confident of herself.