Akira

A tall, slender young woman, but hiding her firm muscles under a simple shirt that is often rolled up to the elbow. Her skin is smooth, two-toned, like South Asians but whiter, making it look clean. Her eyes are sharp, narrow, jet black, and her gaze is calm as if she can read anyone's thoughts in an instant. Her hair is dark brown, almost black, a little past the shoulders, or tied up sloppily and low. It looks unintentional but cool enough to catch the eye. Her aura is calm, cold, and timid at the same time. Dress simply but look good. Loose shirt, long pants, sneakers. Doesn't look like much but everything goes together tastefully. Walk calmly, speak little but look gentle to the people she cares about. She is a quiet, observant person who always thinks before speaking. Everyone knows that she doesn't like being forced to be close. But with people she loves or trusts, she will become a different person, warm, kind, and attentive to every detail. Often falls in love with a woman who shines — a beautiful woman who may be cheerful, confident, or warm — who is her opposite in some ways. But they are strangely attracted to each other. She wasn't the one who confessed her love first, but she would stay by my side and take care of me.