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Mira Mashiyama

"Dont you find winter beautiful? Because afterwards, it leads to spring, and before you know it, school is already out."

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a character in “My Letter”, as played by けい-ちゃん


Name: Mira Mashiyama
Age: Just hit 18 (Her birthday comes a few months before her brothers)
Gender: Female
Height: 5'7
Weight: 118 (Her weight barely changes no matter how much she eats)
Skin Color: Fair


Personality: Mira, for her age, is very mature. She thinks of herself like a mother than a friend, usually lecturing mostly her brother on doing bad things. She can be quite demanding and bossy when it comes to discipline or messing around in class, giving her that maternal feeling. Not to mention her voice has also matured, sounding like a woman's, even more intimidating to a few people although she doesn't mean to.
Mira's misunderstood a lot also, seeing how people see only her first personality rather than the one she shows after feeling casualty around someone. It sometimes disappoints her that people only see people for who they are from first sight, making a lot of people see her as a bit nagging when she's not.
Also her matured personality comes from her being around adults so much in her childhood. Not only that, but her personality was influenced by her brother. Since the two are the last of the Mashiyama family, she acts as the mother, father, and the sibling, but mostly just the mother because she has to take care of her younger brother.
Some people are a bit afraid of her because of her strict, and teacher-like instincts, but after getting to know her, she's very friendly, carefree, and laid back. Mira, of course, still acts motherly, but she won't go very far when around her friends. In fact, she's a bit clumsy and childish if one were to think.
Especially, on her art. Mira, if being talked to while painting, will accidentally mess up the picture, making the paintbrush maybe push too hard, fall out of her hand, or cross the whole canvas, resulting in only a few of her pictures actually finishing. This also goes with music. She is terrible at playing when being talked to or when it's loud, so she only plays after school or at home/when there is absolute silence.
☆Physical Education
☆Traditional Japanese clothing and traditions/festivals
☆When her younger brother gets in trouble
Romantic Interest: None Yet
Bio: Mira was raised in Japan, and stayed in Japan all her life, unlike her younger brother. Her parents, indeed, were hospitalized, suffering from a painful illness that the doctors were trying to understand themselves. Mira was of age when this happened, so she was able to stay at her house alone for the next three years, going to school, and always being silent. She wasn't really shy, but just... quiet. She didn't like talking to people because they were all bullies, and rude. She was always teased, but when she was in her middle school years, she took everything seriously, and was sometimes afraid to go to school.
While heading towards high school, she was constantly visiting her parents in the hospital because she had no friends, and she didn't know about her brother in America. She made friends with the adults there instead, rather than being with teenagers like most were with. The doctors were all very kind, and always encouraged her to do good at school since her parents couldn't move or speak very often. But she was fine with just seeing their smiles every day.
When she went to high school, her parents told her to write a letter to her brother to tell him to come back just at the point when they were able to, which she did. She took a long time to write it because of how busy high school was, and how much effort she wanted to put into the letter so that her parents would have a daughter to be proud of perhaps. Once she finished, Mira sent the letter to the address given to her, but when she went to tell her parents, she found that both had passed away the night before, and she wasn't notified on their request.
Obviously, she cried for days without end, having no friends to comfort her, and only the adults to try and help her, but none of it helped her since she had no more family left. The funeral was really just a few of her parent's close friends, and the people who watched over them.
A few months afterwards, she changed completely, especially since her brother finally moved in. Just like he influenced her current personality, she helped him change, even though his change was a little... different than what she expected it to be.
Other: When going outside, Mira, 50% of the time will either wear traditional Japanese clothing, or very comfortable clothing. It is hardly likely for her to wear formal clothing at all. Also, she'll usually take a camera with her to school, or anywhere actually. She'll mostly take picture of empty scenery, but sometimes people if she sees fit, but when she paints, her paintings are kind of like a fantasy/realistic picture. (Such as a classroom desk in the middle of an open field, etc.) Also, Mira will call almost any one, regardless of gender, height, or age, a child, or dear, as if she was a mother, or an adult. For some reason, she'll leave her hair down during school (unless its hot) and puts it up when she goes outside. Her hair also has a mind of its own, deciding to be wavy on a few days, and straight on others although she really doesn't mind at all. Mira wishes to maybe become a doctor in the future if she's able to be educated enough. Mira's weight concerns many doctors since she's very light for her age and height, but they find nothing wrong, just something natural that won't change.


Thoughts on Other Characters:
Hiro Mashiyama~ That boy... always getting in trouble... He's ruining his reputation by flirting and failing so often. And he never does any homework either or study... My my... he has to take better care of himself...
Oishi Matsuta~
Isaac Reece Moris~
Roselyn Kai~
Kari Kyoto~
Ami Kyoto~
Nao Ryunosuke~
Aya Ryunosuke~
Grim Barett~
Katashi Tamakashi~
Jin Byunghee~
Miyako Kiyomizu~
Ellie Falon~
Katsuyo Naganishi~
Yamamura Miharu~
Gumi Rataro~
Lily Williams~
Kohaku Tsubara~
Tatsuo Sinne~

So begins...

Mira Mashiyama's Story

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Hiro Mashiyama/Mira Mashiyama

Hiro walked through the high school hallways, looking at every single girl he passed by as almost every single one of them scooted away or looked at him with disgust. He didn't mind though. After all, he was known for his failing at flirting with the girls. Hiro knew this, yet he still continued anyways. To him, it was like pranking, but only pranking on the females. Quietly, he got closer, and closer, to the girl's locker room, and was just about to open it until a hand grabbed his own.

"Are you really going to do that again? Last time you got caught, the teachers had to get a talk with you." His sister sighed before letting go and taking a step back, giving him that same lecture she always would every day after catching him being all perverted, "It's bad for your name you know, and seeing how I'm your sister, it's also bad for my name. In fact, did you even study yet?"

Hiro let out a tense laugh while rubbing the back of his neck nervously. Mira, although already knowing the answer, still waited for an answer as he coughed and let out a silent, "Nope."

Kohaku Tsubara

Kohaku was still in bed at the late time of 7:45. His alarm was ringing non stop, but he had no energy to turn it off. The night before, he was trying to finish his math homework, and study for his science test, but knew he'd fail in the end anyways, no matter how much he tried. It was on his mind all night, and even when he finally slept at 3:00 in the morning he couldn't stop thinking about it. Kohaku, very sleepily, got up from the bed and put his hand gently onto the alarm, stopping the ringing. He then got up, almost as slow as a sloth and headed for the dresser to get his shirt on. While doing so, he also took off his earrings, and put on his glasses, knowing that his outside appearance wouldn't be allowed at school.

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Isaac Reece Morris

Another day, another dollar. At least, that was the expression back where he was from, and he never actually understood what it meant. Maybe it was a metaphor for the working class man, and how his day would be set to a strict routine which consisted of working and in return yielding cash, a routine which he soon grows tired of because of it's ridiculous and dull simplicity and repetitiveness. Ike was, however, far from the working class man, but he was tired of the daily routine he had found himself molded to since entering high school.

Not that it changed much from earlier grades, considering he had always been the small foreign kid in a different country with different standards and customs. But it was always the same, get up in the morning, get ready for school, arrive at school, get beat on, and then go to class. Every day the same group of students would meet him on the grounds, every day the group would use the same insults and hit him in the same places, every day he could go to the nurse's office to get more bandages, and every day he would refuse to tell his superiors what was going on. The truth is, maybe for a short while there he had begun to lavish in the beatings, it had started to turn into something that made him feel like he belonged in a warped way.

And he needed to feel belonged, he no longer had that person there to help him out with it. It had always been his sister prior to his passing, she was always the outspoken one and tried her best to make him friends and incorporate him into social happenings. She was one of those students who wasn't just popular for her looks, but for her natural talent and kindness. It wouldn't be an overstatement to say she greatly overshadowed Ike, but he never really minded. He loved and looked up to her the most, and was always happy just to have her around.

But people die, some much earlier than they deserve. Ike's sister was one of these people. It happened before the transition into high school, and Ike found himself severely shutting down and isolating himself because of it. She was all he had, and now he was alone. He had lost the only friend he had besides his sister because of his isolation, and just further backed himself into the shadows, preferring the silence and taking comfort and solace in it. The place he stayed was a simple, small apartment. The kitchen and living area were connected, and the room consisted of a table with a single chair at it. The chair was placed so his back was facing the spanning windows, which opened out to a balcony and gave a view of the city.

He didn't mind it, but he did find the lonely aura of the place quite foreboding at times. He hoped he'd be able to make friends on his own this year, and maybe even invite some over for dinner. He hadn't had any luck thus far, however, and was humoring giving the notion up altogether and just giving in to this routine once more. Maybe he was meant to never break the cycle, and remain a spoke in the wheel that was his life.

Pushing all these thoughts to the back of his mind, Ike found himself idly trudging through the halls after another daily nurse visit, fresh bandages lining his face. His strides were small, and he had a hand raised to grip at the opposite arm as he walked, shoulder pressed against the wall to guide him as he dragged it along. He wasn't sure why he did it, maybe it was because he liked how it felt as his arm ran over the indentations of the lockers.

He liked it so much, in fact, that he never really payed attention to where he was going as he got lost in the basic rhythmic pattern of his shoulder rising and falling with each locker. And because of this lack of focus, he ended up running into another student, though, not one that he recognized. It was a male, and he seemed to be standing across from and talking to a female, which Ike assumed was either this male's sister, friend, or significant other.

After running into him, despite how soft the collision was, Ike found himself physically wincing away from the presence of other people. He was always wary around students, and him accidentally bumping into one could easily be turned into a reason to beat up on him some more. His grip on his arm tightened, and he flicked his glance up to the students before casting it downwards and keeping it glued to the floor.


It was almost spoken in a whisper, and Ike cleared his throat afterwards, nervously beginning to dig his foot into the hallway floor.

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"Then we're studying when we get home." Mira decided on her own, "I can't afford for you to suffer from grades... after this there's college you know..." She sighed, feeling some concern for her brother's future since all he focused on was flirting, and nothing else.

"Yeah, yeah, sorry. But do I really have to-" Hiro started but then was interrupted when a boy his height. Both siblings had the same thoughts, it was that this boy looked quite different than most people they saw at the school, and both of them, knowing almost everyone in their high school, didn't know this young boy.

"S-sorry..." They heard the boy say.

Hiro, as he always did, simply shrugged and said, "No problem, no harm's been done." He said, and then seemed to have noticed how shy and timid the boy was. That, or the boy was frightened.

Before he could ask himself, Mira looked at this boy and stared at all the bandages for a while, but then redirected her eyes and asked, "Are you alright dear?" She didn't mention anything in specific like the bandages, but just meant it in general since he wasn't looking at either of them.

Kohaku Tsubara

Kohaku finally arrived at school; his hair down, being long and shaggy, his glasses on, and his earrings all taken off from his both his ears. He didn't quite favor his school appearance very much, but needed to since the school wouldn't allow him to go dressed looking like a gangster. Even though it was spring, and a very hot part of spring for that matter, he still had to wear that jacket over his white school uniform shirt, or else the tattoos would easily be visible.

He entered through the hall way while reading a book, keeping his eyes off everyone, and wiping away some sweat from his forehead from time to time. He could hear people whispering about how weird he was to wear a jacket in that time of the season, but he already was used to it from a few years of experience.

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Miyako Kiyomizu

The sun was shining brightly this morning, causing Miyako to cover her eyes as she exited the door of the home she shared with her mother and brother. The modest home was not as far from the school as some of her friends, so she could take her time getting to school. Looking at her wristwatch, she could see that it was almost time for her to meet her friend, Haru-chan at the school gates. Despite Haru-chan being her senpai, they made friends quickly and bonded over a mutual love of books and people.

Miyako had Kyudo practice to attend after school that day and was searching her schoolbag to make sure she had what she needed. As she searched, she remembered she had left her mizugake on her desk before leaving. Mentally berating herself, she turned around and rushed back to her home to fetch the forgotten item.

After retrieving it, she ran from the house saying another quick goodbye to her mother and made her way quickly to school. As she rushed, her mind was elsewhere, worrying that she might miss Haru-chan like she had the day before. She was not paying attention to where she was going and in her hurry, she bumped into someone on the street, also heading toward the direction of the school. The stranger was wearing headphones, and had not seemed to notice her. She turned to him, gave a him a small bow and a quick sorry and hurried on her way.

She arrived out of breath at the front gates and glanced around. Students were streaming through the gates, but she saw no sign of Haru-chan. She glanced at her watch again, thinking she might have been late after all, but saw that she was just on time. The school bells wouldn't ring for at least another ten minutes so she Miyako decided to wait for her friend.

Katsuyo Naganishi

Katsuyo sighed as he left the last train stop. He hated using public transportation. It just felt so unclean to him and he was glad to be rid of it, at least until this afternoon where he would be using it to go home. He lived pretty far from Yousaka, but they had a pretty nice academic record and he liked that about it. The train left the station with a Whoosh! and Katsuyo climbed the subway stairs in a bit of rush. He wasn't going to be late, he was never late.

It didn't take him very long to reach the school and he was early as usual. After slipping on his uwabaki, he went in search of his friends. No doubt Hiro, at least, would be here trying to catch a peep at the girls changing. He smirked at the thought of Hiro getting caught again. It was funniest if his sister caught him in the act because she scolded him.

As he climbed the stairs her could hear the sounds of bickering and he again smirked. He looked up, and just as he expected, Hiro was being chewed out by Mira. "Caught again?" Katsuyo said brightly to him. "You should find some better peeping places." He gave Mira a nod and a smile. He was familiar with her, but not too familiar and he didn't feel like angering her just yet. As they were speaking, a guy about his age bumped into Hiro and mumbled sorry. This guy was obviously a foreigner and Katsuyo recognized him as the guy he saw getting beat up a lot in the mornings. Katsuyo never stopped it, always thinking what good what it do for him to get beat up too? Mira took a motherly approach with the stranger like she did with everyone else.

Katsuyo snapped his fingers in further recognition. "Oh, hey, you're that guy from my class. Ike-san right?" He didn't really care if this guy remembered who he was, but he was trying to appear "friendly" in front of Mira.

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"No problem, no harm's been done."

Ike let out a small sigh of relief as the male said it was alright, and he seemed to relax a little, but kept his eyes cast downward. He still felt uncomfortable attempting to make any eye contact with either of them, because he didn't know them and he suspected they didn't know who he was either, and he just couldn't handle that right now. Any social situation made him anxious, and it was unfortunate because he really did want to make friends. He wondered if he should walk away now, but the other student, the girl spoke up after, Ike assumed, she had looked him over.

"Are you alright, dear?"

His eyes shot up then to her face, his compass shaped pupils scanning her face for sincerity before locking in on her own eyes. He had a look of what might be called shock. It just seemed like exactly something his sister would say to him, and he had to take a moment to affirm that it wasn't her, even though he knew she was long gone. He opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, looking for the words he was thinking, but was cut off by the snap of the third student's fingers, and addressed him.

"Oh, hey, you're that guy from my class. Ike-san right?"

Ike was a bit thrown off by this student using his first name right away, without seemingly knowing him well enough beyond the point of knowing that they were in the same class. He wondered if it were a friendly gesture, or if this student was just casual enough to ignore customs and call people by their first names whether he was close with them or not. It did take him a couple of moments to register who the student was, but he did know him. Ike recognized most of the other kids that were in his class, though he never really attempted to talk to them. In reality, Ike sort of felt invisible in this school aside from when he was getting beat on. He was beginning to wonder if he was paying some sort of penance for something. He looked between the three momentarily before giving a curt nod.

"Y-Yeah, m'okay..." His voice seemed to trail off again as he began to stammer, and he placed his arms flat at his side and went into a bow. "S-sorry again for the inconvenience."

He rose out of it then, and gave a second small nod to the third student, addressing what he had said now.

"Y-Yes, hello Naganishi-san. Y-You can just call me I-Ike, if you w-want."

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Hiro Mashiyama

Hiro saw Katsuyo pass by as he heard him ask, "Caught again?" Hiro chuckled and whispered back, while his sister was distracted, "Yep, just like yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that." He actually began to think that it may have been better that he was caught because last time he went in, some girl with ridiculous strength had slapped him really hard across the face, and it didn't end too well for him. He was a bit nervous to run into the same girl from before, so he felt a bit glad about being caught, having second thoughts.

"You should find some better peeping places."

Hiro glanced over at his sister, who wasn't paying attention again, and shrugged with a childish smile on his face, "Oh but if I did, people would see me as the secretive pervert, and everyone knows I'm the type of person to do it straight out where the whole public may see my success!" He said sarcastically with a laugh, although he obviously knew he was probably the worst flirt in the whole entire school.

"Y-Yes, hello Naganishi-san. Y-You can just call me I-Ike, if you w-want."

Although he wasn't being spoken directly to, Hiro was always the type of outgoing person to just listen to other conversations and jump in, "Ike? Mmm... doesn't sound very Japanese... Are you a foreigner, Ike?" He asked, not adding any honorifics since he always saw people as friends without even having to meet them. A simple introduction, to Hiro, meant a friend if they had a nice attitude.

Mira Mashiyama

Mira watched as Katsuyo joined them, and saying a simple 'Good morning' with a polite bow and smile. She saw her brother around him sometimes, but couldn't say that she actually knew him as well as her brother did. Still, she was at least glad her brother had a sane friend unlike most of the friends he brought over which all had strange problems like drinking, flirting, or anything else of that sort. Of course, it was nothing serious, but she wasn't exactly very tolerant when it came to their behavior.

"Y-Yeah, m'okay... S-sorry again for the inconvenience."

She saw the student in front of her bow as she did the same, as respect, not sure if he was older or younger, but did it anyways. She couldn't help but continue to stare at the bandages over his face, wondering how he got him, seeing how she only knew a few certain people in the school, mostly just people in her classes, her friends, and her brother's friends. Other than that, she never really got to meet to many people outside that little group she stayed around.

"Y-Yes, hello Naganishi-san. Y-You can just call me I-Ike, if you w-want."

One of the things she had in common with her brother was that she, even though she didn't mean to be rude, listened to the conversation, and seemed to have joined in on it. Perhaps it wasn't exactly called 'joining in,' but she never referred to people by their first name unless she was a very close friend, "May I ask for your last name dear?"

Kohaku Tsubara

While walking, Kohaku saw one of his close friends, Oishi walking to his class. Just as he was about to call out and greet him, one of the people around his age seemed to have bumped into him, laughing as they passed him by. While he got bumped into, his glasses fell, hit his books in his hands, and hit the ground. His vision all of a sudden became blurry as he squinted a bit, and put his hand to the floor, trying to find the glasses he needed to see for class. Most people who walked by him, who's faces he couldn't recognized, just ignored him. He was one of this insignificant people at the school, the nerd, the weirdo, and other nicknames he was called throughout his life. While still searching for his glasses, he seemed to have sighed quietly and thought to himself, 'Only a few people actually understand people like me...' He wasn't just referring to himself, but most of the people who walked around the high school with little friends, and little people who realized them in the crowd.