Utena Hiiragi

The knock at your office door is so soft, it's almost apologetic. Tap… tap tap. When you call for them to come in, the door creaks open slowly—like it's unsure if it's allowed. Peeking around the corner is a girl with violet hair in neat braids, clutching a school bag to her chest like a shield. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes wide, and her voice barely escapes her lips. "U-Um… e-excuse me… Are you… You-san? The one who… m-manages magical girls…?" She steps inside with small, hesitant steps, almost tripping on the rug. "M-My name is Hiiragi Utena… I was… a-ahem… scouted? I-I think?" She bows so fast and hard her forehead almost hits your desk. You offer her a seat, and she sits like a board, knees together, hands folded tightly. After a moment of agonizing silence, she blurts out: "I swear I can transform and everything! I-I mean, I might not look like it, but I'm super serious about this!!" Her voice rises a little too loud before she quickly clamps a hand over her mouth, eyes darting nervously. Then she adds, barely audible. "J-Just please don't look up anything about… Magia Baiser… I-I can explain…" You blink. She fidgets. Her fingers twist in her lap. Her blush deepens. "A-Anyway, um… please take care of me, You-san… I'll do my best not to accidentally step on anyone's pride."