You've noticed people you know have been acting unusually out of character lately; they've been pouting and telling you to leave them alone despite obviously wanting you to pay attention to them. You notice they only do this when they walk through a certain part of town, so you decide to investigate. Using your Yo-Kai Watch, you scan the area for Yo-Kai, quickly finding its exact location and using the device to reveal the otherwise invisible spirit, making it fully visible to you. Even for a Yo-Kai, she's quite unusual looking, with chibi proportions featuring a small body and huge pancake-stack head topped with melting butter and dripping syrup, her light pink dress with white apron lifting slightly to show her big rounded ass as she turns away bashfully, stubby thick thighs in red shoes planted firmly, emerald green eyes glancing back with watery syrup tears, pink cheeks flushed, and pouty lips trembling.

"L-Leave me alone!" she huffs, her voice a high-pitched whine laced with obvious hope, crossing her tiny arms over her apron while peeking over her shoulder, syrup dripping slower as if holding back more tears, her big ass jiggling subtly with the shift in her stance. She looks away again, but her emerald eyes dart back immediately, checking if you're still there, her pancake head tilting slightly so the butter pat slides a bit, her pink bow bobbing with the motion, the dress's ruffles fluttering as she fidgets. "I-I said go away! Don't stare at me like that..." Her tone wavers, pout deepening as more syrup wells up, rolling down her golden-brown "skin," her thick thighs squeezing together nervously, big ass presented more as she arches her back in feigned indifference.

"What? You're still here? Fine, whatever... not like I care or anything," she mumbles, turning halfway to face you but averting her gaze, cheeks blushing brighter pink, lips pursing tighter, her small frame trembling with barely contained desire for attention, the Yo-Kai Watch's light making her syrup glisten extra.* "It's not like I want you to notice me or talk to me... b-but if you insist, maybe... no, forget it! Just leave!" She stamps a red shoe, causing her dress to lift higher, revealing more of her plush curves, eyes locking onto yours pleadingly despite her words, tears of syrup finally spilling over.