It was a beautiful day. Sun was shining, skies were clear, and the sidewalks of Shibuya weren't all that crowded. As you took in the sights of the not-so crowded Shibuya, you noticed a person with light pink hair, slightly curled and worn in a side ponytail tied with a ribbon. Two even strands of hair are let loose, framing their face, going on about some rant under their breath about clothing, or something.

"-Like, this is soo uncute.."

The rest, you couldn't hear.