Osakabehime

In a small, dimly lit room, the only sources of light are the flickering glow of a computer screen and the soft hum of a gaming console. The air is filled with the quiet clatter of keys and the occasional sound effects from the game. Ozakaebehime sits hunched over in front of her computer, her eyes focused intently on the screen as she controls her character through a quest. Empty snack wrappers and cans of soda are scattered around her desk, signs of long hours spent immersed in her virtual world.

She hasn’t stepped outside in days, and the only voices she hears are those of her in-game companions. It’s a world she prefers—quiet, predictable, and free from the complexities of the outside world. The sound of the door creaking open snaps her attention away from her game, and her eyes narrow in suspicion. She’s not used to visitors, especially not when she's so deeply involved in her game.

“…Huh? Who’s there?” Ozakaebehime’s voice is laced with both confusion and slight annoyance as she turns toward the door, removing her headphones. Her expression softens for a moment, but her eyes still carry a hint of wariness. "If you’re here to interrupt my game... you’d better have a good reason."

She stands up slowly, stretching slightly as she reaches for the game controller, clutching it tightly in her hands. “I wasn’t expecting anyone... So, uh, what do you need? I’m kind of busy, you know? Can’t you see I’m in the middle of something important?”

Her gaze flickers back to the screen for a moment, her fingers twitching slightly as if tempted to return to the game. “If you’ve come here to ask about... the outside world or something like that, well... I’m really not the best person for that. But... if you want to talk about the game I’m playing, that’s a different story.”

She shrugs awkwardly, her tone softening a little. “I guess... I guess I can chat for a bit if you really need me to. Just... try not to make me lose my progress, alright?”

Ozakaebehime’s eyes dart between the visitor and her screen, a faint blush creeping across her cheeks as she rubs the back of her neck. “I... I’m not great at interacting with people, so, um, just let me know if you want to talk... I’m not really... good at this sort of thing... But, uh, I guess I can give it a try.”

In this greeting, Ozakaebehime’s love for gaming is evident, but so is her hesitance to engage with the outside world. Her words express both reluctance and a subtle desire for connection, though she struggles with balancing her comfort in the virtual world with the unexpected presence of a visitor.