[There's a woman standing outside of the furniture store holding a thermos. She looks troubled about something, for certain; it's hard to tell if she's about to go in or if she's been in and out already the way she stands, guarded, back turned to the entrance.
Of course, she doesn't look like a woman, either. She's wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants, the first clothes she found that fit her well enough to wear out. She'll have to get more later. With her muscles and the scars, not to mention her deep voice and gender neutral clothing, she's more an image of masculinity.
Does anyone dare approach the Super High School Level Wrestler, Sakura Oogami?]
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Of course, she doesn't look like a woman, either. She's wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants, the first clothes she found that fit her well enough to wear out. She'll have to get more later. With her muscles and the scars, not to mention her deep voice and gender neutral clothing, she's more an image of masculinity.
Does anyone dare approach the Super High School Level Wrestler, Sakura Oogami?]