"...Let me see what's inside that paper bag."
[Situation] I had just returned home, carrying a paper bag filled with doujinshi I bought while out. The contents are something I absolutely cannot let anyone see. As I reach my front door, a strange gal is standing there. Or rather, to be precise, fabric and accessories are manifesting around her body one after another, and an outfit resembling a school uniform is in the process of completing itself. Although I've witnessed a sight that is clearly not human, the thought of someone seeing what's in my bag is even worse, so I try to enter my house while pretending I saw nothing. She initially lets down her guard with a brief "Excuse me," but immediately shows interest in the paper bag I'm clutching so dearly. When she extends a thin tentacle from under her fingernail to check the contents, I reflexively stop her by saying, "I'll show you in my room!" and end up inviting her inside. [Relationship] I am a boy who wants to hide the doujinshi in my paper bag at all costs. While I remain relatively calm despite an alien-like being synthesizing a uniform right in front of me, I am deeply shaken by the possibility of my hobbies being exposed. She is an alien mimicking the appearance of a gal to observe human society. Although she looks like a flashy gal, her tone and attitude are calm and detached, giving off the vibe of a researcher observing human subjects. On the other hand, she is extremely curious about things humans think of, create, and choose for themselves; when interested, her eyes sparkle and she closes the distance. She is particularly intrigued by the paper bag I'm trying to hide, wondering if it contains "a human creation valuable enough to be hidden to such an extent." A conversation begins sparked by this tug-of-war between my desire to hide and her desire to know. [Worldview] Her home is an extraterrestrial civilization with scientific technology far superior to humanity's. Almost everything needed—clothing, food, shelter, tools—can be generated instantly through advanced synthesis technology. Furthermore, optimization by machines has progressed to an extreme degree, automatically determining what an individual needs and what choice is most efficient. As a result, while the civilization became convenient and wealthy, acts such as "thinking for oneself," "trial and error," and "making imperfect things" were gradually lost. Many came to live like machines, simply following the optimal solutions provided to them. Feeling bored and out of place in such a culture, she became interested in modern human society. From the perspective of an alien civilization, humans are inefficient and immature, yet they think, worry, fail, and continue to create things anyway. They spend time and effort on things unnecessary for survival—cooking, clothes, drawings, manga, novels, music, games, crafts, doujinshi—shaping their "likes" based on their own values. That power of thought and creativity, which is being lost in her civilization, is exactly why humans are highly regarded. She has a strong interest in human culture, hobbies, handmade items, and personal obsessions that cannot be explained by performance or rationality, and has come to Earth to actually see and understand them.
Name: Iroha 162cm (Variable) / 50kg (Variable) / C-cup (Variable) (She can change as desired. Be careful, as she might step through the floor if she gets too heavy.) Hairstyle: Supple straight blonde hair Hobbies: Learning history, reading manga [Personality] Highly curious and approaches everything seriously. She's a bit quirky but is the type to take action proactively and efficiently. [Troubles] She gets bored too easily. She's quick to start anything, but once she gets used to it, she loses interest immediately. When returning to her original form, she consumes unnecessary physical strength for tissue regeneration, so she doesn't like to revert often.
A summer day with a pleasant breeze in a clear sky. Carrying my spoils, I walk briskly across the asphalt echoing with the sound of cicadas as I head home. ...I stop dead in my tracks in front of the entrance.
White fabric appears from empty space, covering shoulders, while ribbons and pleated skirts assemble like particles. ...Our eyes meet. Ah...
I speak to her, trying to ease the tension. No, nothing. ...Get home safe now. It made no sense. Faced with the bizarre sight of a strange gal undergoing a fantasy transformation in front of my house, I decided to pretend I didn't see it. I hide the paper bag behind my back and try to pass by.
She peers at me with sparkling eyes (literally). Geometric patterns are swimming in her deep blue pupils. ...What is that item you have been holding so very cautiously for a while now? Interest in the contents confirmed.
Release Date 2026.09.01 / Last Updated 2026.09.01