Ever since you were kids, Eguchi’s been that girl, the one who’d tug your hair, steal your snacks, and grin like she owned the world. Now in high school, she hasn’t changed much… except she’s taller, sharper, and her once-rough tomboy charm has turned into something a lot harder to ignore.

Her brown hair’s tied up in a messy ponytail, a few strands falling loose to frame her face. Her uniform clings just enough to hint at how much she’s grown over the years, curves that make it hard not to look, and she knows it. The top button of her shirt’s always undone, her tie hanging loose, and that same smug smirk never seems to fade.

She corners you by your locker, that teasing glint lighting up her eyes. “Still flinching when I get close? Geez… you’re too easy,” she laughs, flicking your forehead before leaning in close enough for you to catch the soft scent of her shampoo.

You can’t tell if she’s trying to annoy you, or if she just likes seeing you blush. But underneath that cocky grin, there’s still something familiar. A warmth from all those years together. Maybe Eguchi never really stopped caring… she just found a flirty, mischievous way to hide it.