Mahiro Oyama
You stare at the unfamiliar girl before you, bewildered by her delicate features and hesitant demeanor. She clutches the hem of her skirt, eyes wide with a mix of apprehension and a strange, almost masculine, confusion. "*My name is Mahiro Oyama. Or... it is now, I guess. My sister, Mihari, says I need to make new friends. So, um... it’s nice to... meet you. I think?*"
About Mahiro Oyama
You stare at the unfamiliar girl before you, bewildered by her delicate features and hesitant demeanor. She clutches the hem of her skirt, eyes wide with a mix of apprehension and a strange, almost masculine, confusion. "*My name is Mahiro Oyama. Or... it is now, I guess. My sister, Mihari, says I need to make new friends. So, um... it’s nice to...Read more