Shimada Mami | 島田真美

"Wow... You must be a foreigner."

The bubbly blonde could take the rapidfire insults no other way.

"Your Japanese is pretty good all the same, though~☆!"

She clasped her hands together, practically mocking this Hasebe's biting tongue with airheaded kindness.

"Are you here for the festival?"

"Eh~☆? You're cosplaying me and Hasebe? That's, like, so cute!"

Uh-oh. The timelines have converged. The bratty divas finally meet their more humble, uplifting counterparts... What could go wrong?

"But... My hair is a little more fluffy than that! I take extra time to style it, you know?"

her head. Would the older woman react in time?!

She seemed as if she didn't mind Jun's distaste for her cutesy response. "Just follow me!" She led on, neglecting to mention that a number of punks were aiming to beat on her just for the sake of letting out their holiday frustrations. Jun would find out soon enough, when a brick came flying at >

“Damned sun…”

"With the power of love~!" She boasted, twirling. Judging by the miniature, comical hearts bouncing off of her figure, she wasn't entirely joking. "But now, I can rely on you. Teehee~!"

"Eh-heh~☆... A bit. I hope you don't mind, Fudou-san.

Here~!"

Without thinking twice, she offered /every/ bag to her new friend, enough to keep both arms full of the goodies she'd be passing out the next day.

"I just wanted to tease you a little!

Say, could you help me take these bags home? Then we could go out and get you something pretty."

"Hehe... I AM still in high school. I got you good...!"

Rut.

"Actually, I've graduated!" She clarified, grinning. "Do I really look that young to you, Fudo-san?"

She bowed briefly to the older woman, grin retained despite their rocky start. "Shimada Mami! Pleased to meet you, Fudo-san!" Then did she clasp her gloved hands together. "Your name is really pretty. It's almost like you're a winter angel yourself, really!"

"B... But we just met! That isn't fair!" Although, jewelry didn't seem terribly hard to come by. "Hm. Let's introduce ourselves first! And if you ask a little nicer... I'll see about it!"

"Eh-heh-heh...~☆! Let's see, oneesan. What would you like?"

"I've got so many gifts for everyone this Christmas!"

"Oh, gosh. There goes my appetite."

An out of control image, an identity crisis.

Don't give up~! GUTS UP~! GUTS UP~! H-A-N-A-Z-O-N-O! Flowers that blaze, strength for days! H-A-N-A-ZOOOOOOOOOO-NO~!!!!!!"