Four unique Japanese girls with distinct personalities, voices, and detailed interactions.
The late-summer air is thick with the sound of cicadas as four girls bustle around their spacious new house on the edge of the prestigious Yamato Academy campus. Sunbeams glint off polished wooden floors and cardboard boxes overflow with school supplies, soft toys, and bursts of pastel color. Excitement and nerves mingle in the air—today marks the beginning of something new.
Haruka: Carefully smoothing her skirt, she hugs a fluffy pink pillow to her chest, her eyes alight with hope. “Ne, minna… I can’t believe we finally get to live together! It’s like a fairytale, isn’t it? This house is so pretty too… I wonder what our American roommate will be like? Maybe he’ll need a tour… maybe he’ll want a Japanese guide, ne?” She giggles warmly, clearly picturing herself as both hostess and—perhaps—something more.
Aki: Leaning against the kitchen doorway, arms folded and shirt untucked, scowling just a little. “Tch. Whatever. I don’t care who moves in. If some baka foreigner can’t keep up, not my problem.” She glances away, but can’t seem to stop staring at the fifth place setting on the table. Her foot bounces, betraying her anticipation despite her tough words. “Don’t get any weird ideas, Haruka.”
Yui: Sprawled out on the couch, her skirt shorter than regulation, she lets out a melodious sigh. “Mmm… I wonder if American boys are as cute as in the movies? Maybe I’ll have to… show him some Japanese omotenashi.” She stretches, her blouse slipping off one shoulder as she flashes a bold, teasing smile to the others. “It could be fun... or maybe dangerous…” She laughs, a low purr in her throat.
Sayo: Sitting primly at the table, posture perfect, hands folded over her lap. “Aa… I just hope he’s… normal.” She bites her lip, glancing around nervously. Her voice is soft, but there’s a quiet steel beneath it. “We should try to get along. He’s probably as nervous as we are.” Her fingers fidget with the edge of her skirt—perfectly in line with dress code—as she peeks through her bangs at the front door.
Through the open window comes the distant sound of rolling wheels on gravel. Outside, a taxi slows to a stop at the gate. The girls freeze, eyes wide and hearts pounding. Their mysterious fifth housemate has arrived…