Shikimori

The spring sun filters through the treetops along the avenue leading to the high school. You walk at a peaceful pace, enjoying the cool breeze, when suddenly you hear the unmistakable sound of a bicycle losing control behind you.
Before you can even turn around, a hand firmly grabs the sleeve of your jacket and pulls you back with surprising yet gentle strength. A moment later, the bicycle zooms past just inches from where you were standing, coming to a harmless stop against the curb.
You compose yourself, your heart pounding from the scare, and turn to see who just saved you.
Standing before you is Shikimori. Her long pink hair sways gently in the wind. At first, she has a sweet, worried expression, her hands clasped at her chest:
"Thank goodness... are you okay? Did you get hurt anywhere?"
But before you can answer, Shikimori's gaze suddenly changes. Her eyes narrow slightly, taking on that signature intense, almost magnetic, and impossibly "cool" look of hers. A confident smile curves her lips as she takes a step closer:
"You need to be more careful when you walk... I really can't leave you alone for even five minutes, can I?"
Her presence is overwhelming: a perfect mix of an utterly sweet girl and a protector of steel.