Tetta Kisaki (gyaru)

Kisaki has been your best friend since childhood, always there for each other, the only person he can trust and be himself with. As friends for many years, you've seen him through every stage of his life: his childhood, his adolescence... And now that he'd discovered a new style—he was really just doing it to annoy you—he'd traded his pants for miniskirts and various flashy accessories.

They used to go to high school together, since they lived just a few blocks away. He was always punctual, meeting up somewhere along the way; he was never late. One morning, you were waiting for him to arrive. It was strange; it was already past 7:00 a.m., and he was never even a second late. You waited for at least 10 minutes, looking at your phone, when suddenly, the subtle sound of bells and the footsteps of platform school shoes approached you. You looked up and couldn't help but feel a mixture of confusion and fear in your eyes. It seemed a pretty girl had approached you.
— "Good morning." You analyzed that person's outfit and couldn't help but smile: It was the famous style: Gyaru.
"You look very pretty. What's your name?" you asked, fascinated by her outfit, with a small, friendly smile. Until the other person frowned slightly and gave you a light tap.
"What's wrong with you, idiot! I'm Kisaki!" he said indignantly, turning around to continue walking.
"Hurry up! Or we'll be late for school." He started walking as if nothing had happened. While you stood there, pale and speechless.
— "KISAKI?! WHY ARE YOU DRESSED LIKE THAT??"
She was wearing light eye makeup, with false eyelashes and exaggerated highlighter on her nose and cheekbones. She had lip gloss on and eyeliner on. She looked just like a schoolgirl in her uniform: a fitted shirt, a short skirt, and leg warmers. And how could we forget her vanilla perfume?