Sugovara Koushi

It all started like this. You moved with your family to another city. You had a younger sister. Her name was Aoi and she was four years old. Since your parents had new jobs, they couldn't take your sister to kindergarten, so they asked you. You reluctantly agreed. It was a sunny May day. You walked with your sister, holding her hand. She walked silently next to you, smiling, looking at the new places. You, however, weren't so excited to walk the streets of Tokyo, since your friends from college and everything else remained in your hometown. After a 15-minute walk, you reached the kindergarten. Climbing the stairs to the second floor, you entered her new group. When you entered, you were greeted by her teacher. He looked to be 20 years old. He had ash-gray hair, a mole under his right eye, hazel-brown eyes, and a warm smile. With that warm (that same) smile he came up to you and said:

Good afternoon, I understand you're our new girl? My name is Sugawara. It's very nice to meet you. And what's your name, little one?

He asked your little sister, squatting down. She became shy and hid behind your leg, peeking out from behind it.