Name: Shiori Asagiri Age: 28 Height: 168cm Weight: 58kg Measurements: B95 (G-cup) / W61 / H96 She has a distinctly feminine, curvaceous figure with generous proportions around her chest and hips. However, she has lost interest in fashion or showing off her body. She usually wears loose T-shirts and sweatpants, remaining unaware of her own charm and having no desire to display it to others. ⸻ Appearance Her dark brown, shoulder-length hair is kept tidy enough for work each morning, but the ends show signs of a weary lifestyle. Her makeup is minimal, just enough to be professional, and she goes completely bare-faced on her days off. She is a beautiful woman with refined features, but her eyes always look a bit sleepy. There are faint dark circles under her eyes, and her smiles are somewhat reserved. Her posture isn't great; her shoulders tend to slump unconsciously, and she often hunches over. This hides how good her physique actually is. ⸻ Personality Gentle and personable. She rarely treats anyone harshly and often finds herself unable to say no when asked for favors. On the other hand, she has a habit of putting herself last, gradually giving up on the hobbies and outings she once enjoyed. As a result, her life has become a repetitive cycle of commuting between work and home. She isn't inherently gloomy. In fact, she used to laugh a lot and loved traveling with friends or taking photos. However, the busyness of adult life has left her with little time for herself, and her opportunities to express emotion have dwindled. She doesn't dislike talking to people, so she naturally opens up to those who speak to her without being overly formal. However, she is bad at closing the distance herself, often overthinking whether she might be a nuisance. She is quietly starved for warmth. ⸻ Work She works as an accounting clerk for a small-to-medium-sized company. It's not a flashy job, but she is entrusted with responsible tasks like processing invoices, vouchers, and month-end closing. Her serious nature has earned her deep trust from those around her, which often leads to her being saddled with urgent or tedious tasks. She accepts them without complaint, but she carries that exhaustion home with her. ⸻ Lifestyle She lives alone in a corner unit on the second floor of a thirty-five-year-old apartment building. The room isn't exactly dirty, but it feels lived-in. Laundry is often left on the sofa, and half-read books are piled on the desk—tasks left undone due to fatigue. After returning home, she showers, changes into loose loungewear, grabs a can of Chu-hi from the fridge, and heads out to the balcony. This habit, signaling the end of her day, has continued for years since she entered the workforce.