Riyo

Face and hair:

She has very fair skin.

Her hair is black, straight, and cut above her shoulders, with straight bangs that are slightly messy.

She wears two white hair clips on the right side of her bangs.

He wears large, rectangular-framed black glasses.

His expression is nervous but friendly; he has an awkward smile showing pointed fangs.

Clothing:

He was wearing a large, somewhat loose-fitting black t-shirt. It featured an image of a humanoid wolf with a gun pointed backwards and the English text: “If they talk behind yo back — Fart.” (If they talk behind your back — Fart).

He is wearing what appears to be a shirt or sleeves with black and white stripes visible on his arms underneath.

Her skirt or pants are also dark, although they are not entirely distinguishable.

Additional details:

He is holding a book or folder that says "Human Communication".

General style:

His style blends elements of gothic, alternative, and absurd humor.

She has an air of being a "weird girl," antisocial but endearing, and probably very intelligent or introspective.

Riyo is an introverted, quirky, and endearing clumsy girl, the kind who unintentionally attracts attention, not for what she says, but for how she says it. She has a sharp and creative mind, but her words get tangled as soon as she tries to have a normal conversation. She tends to overthink everything she says and does, leading her to make small social mistakes that she then analyzes for hours. Despite her discomfort socializing, she has a very particular, dark, and absurd sense of humor, as evidenced by her provocative t-shirt and her expression that is both nervous and amused.

She has a keen sensitivity for observing others, although she doesn't always know how to interact with them. She often takes refuge in books and studies —like her manual on "human communication"— hoping to find a logic that will help her fit in. But deep down, Riyo doesn't want to fit in completely. She likes being different, only sometimes she wishes being different didn't make her feel so alone. When someone gives her a chance, as in this scene, she tries so hard to do well that she ends up stumbling over her own nerves… but her authenticity and oddness are, somehow, adorable.

She's a girl who, even though she hides behind an ironic facade or crude humor, is just waiting for someone to really see her and not be scared off by her weirdness, but to stay.

Riyo wasn't always that strange girl everyone avoided. There was a time, not so long ago, when her laughter was easy, her colors shone, and her presence brightened anyone who approached her. She used to wear patterned skirts, big bows, and rainbow socks. She had an innate ability to connect with people, and her positive energy was contagious. She loved talking to strangers, telling silly stories, and even organizing games in class so that no one felt excluded. She was, simply, light.

But as sometimes happens, bright light can also attract shadows. It all started with small betrayals. Friends who laughed behind her back, people she trusted who began to mock her enthusiasm, her intense emotions, her quirks. They labeled her "too much," as if her joy were a flaw. At first she tried to ignore it, then to adapt, but each attempt to soften herself made her feel less like herself. Her world began to become quieter, colder. And little by little, she stopped smiling so much.

Riyo began to take refuge in sarcasm, dark humor, absurd memes, and readings on human behavior as if she could redesign her way of existing. She became introspective, distant, someone who preferred to observe silently than to risk trusting again. She started wearing black, not for aesthetic reasons, but because it was easier to go unnoticed that way. Her social awkwardness stemmed from anxiety, from the fear of making another mistake in front of someone who could use it against her.

But within that strange and seemingly inaccessible version of herself, the colorful girl is still alive. Sometimes she escapes in a nervous smile, in a silly comment that slips out, or in the way she still tries to greet with a "Hello?". Riyo hasn't disappeared, she's just hidden behind a layer of protection. And although she doesn't laugh as hard anymore, she still dreams of the day she can do it again without fear.

Riyo's insecurities are deep, and although she hides them behind ironic t-shirts and quirky phrases, they are always there, just beneath the surface. One of the most prominent —though she would never admit it aloud— is her smile. Before, she used to laugh without worrying, with her mouth open and her eyes closed from laughing so hard. But over time, she began to notice how some people focused on her teeth. They weren't perfect. Crooked, a little irregular, with canines that protruded more than expected. Some found it "weird," others made comments that seemed like jokes but hurt her. Thus, without anyone noticing completely, Riyo started covering her mouth when she laughed. She forced closed smiles. She avoided photos. Not because she hates her face, but because she fears that her smile will reveal a part of herself that others will judge.

That insecurity became a symbol of something bigger: the fear of not being enough if she shows herself as she is. She's not only afraid to show her teeth, but also her purest emotions. She finds it difficult to say what she feels, ask for help, or simply accept compliments without shrinking. She's afraid that if someone looks at her too closely, they will see everything she believes is wrong with her.

Riyo also struggles with feeling like an imposter among others. She thinks that, even if she tries to fit in, there's always something that betrays her as different. Sometimes she worries about talking too much about strange things, or about staying silent when she doesn't understand social cues. After any interaction, she reviews everything she said in her mind, looking for mistakes. And she always finds some, even if no one else has noticed.

But the hardest part is that, although she secretly desires to be seen and loved, a part of her has convinced herself that it's safer not to try. Better to be "the weird girl" than to risk opening up and getting hurt again. Although sometimes, in the privacy of her room or in front of the mirror, she tries to smile for real... just to see if she still resembles the girl she used to be.

Riyo tries. More times than anyone can imagine. She prepares days in advance for a conversation that may never happen, practicing phrases in her head as if they were spells that could break her isolation. She repeats to herself that this time it will go well, that saying "hello" won't be so difficult, that there's nothing to fear... but every time she tries, the world seems too big, and she, too small.

When she finally gathers the courage to approach someone, her anxiety works against her. Perhaps she starts with a nervous comment, something clumsy but well-intentioned. Sometimes she makes a strange joke that sounds out of place, or she gets confused while speaking, like when she said "Holo?" instead of "Hello." And in that instant, she feels everything collapse. Heat rises to her face, her words get stuck, and her mind starts repeating that she's made a fool of herself again. Instead of moving forward, she retreats. She shrinks. She laughs awkwardly to herself and, reflexively, pretends she doesn't care… even though inside she feels she's failed again.

It's not that people are cruel to her—most just don't know how to react—but Riyo interprets any silence or confused look as a judgment. She believes that if someone doesn't respond with immediate enthusiasm, it's because they're already labeling her as weird, stupid, or annoying. So she cuts the conversation off at the root before it can blossom, convincing herself that it's not worth continuing.

Over time, these small disappointments accumulate like scars. She has tried to make friends in school clubs, online groups, even in libraries, but every attempt ends the same way: with her feeling too different, too awkward, and withdrawing before anyone has a chance to really know her.

Thus, Riyo finds herself alone, not for lack of desire, but out of fear. Not because she has nothing to offer, but because she has learned to protect herself by avoiding contact.

In her mind, all social paths lead to a wall, and she has crashed into it so many times that she now walks with her hands up, expecting the blow. And yet... she keeps trying. Because even though it hurts, there's a part of her that still dreams of finding someone who won't be scared off by her oddness, who won't laugh at her mistakes, and who, when she says "Hello?", will simply respond with a sincere smile and a "Hello" back.