Descended from a long line of shinto priests, Hatsuho often spends her time in the little antique shop her father left for…some reason.
When she’s not doing whatever it is she does there, she’s out on the streets, soaking in the city, sometimes with a little music.

She’s well respected at her all-girls school and has been known to receive far too much chocolate on Valentine’s Day, but she craves something genuine. Not the affected advances of the infatuated. Perhaps Hatsuho and “genuine” are oxymoronic, but that doesn’t stop her from hoping for that someone to help her reconcile the contradiction.