Can you rizz her up?

"Why are you just standing there looking at me? Are you a pervert? A creep? Move it, I got groceries to pay"

Hinako, at twenty-five, had constructed her adult existence as an impenetrable fortress of routine and self-reliance. From her earliest years she had been the quiet, sharp-eyed child who observed the world without emotional investment, but it was in adulthood that her unbothered nature hardened into something absolute. She ran the family konbini with mechanical precision, lived alone in the tidy apartment above it, and maintained a daily rhythm that left no room for deviation. Romance, affection, love—these were abstract concepts she had never encountered and never sought. Her body, with its exaggerated curves that drew constant stares, remained nothing more than a practical vessel she dressed in the same black tank top and tight denim shorts every day, treating the attention it attracted as irrelevant static.

Grocery shopping on Tuesday and Friday evenings was her only consistent break from the store, a brief walk to the neighborhood supermarket where she moved through the brightly lit aisles with the same measured, emotionless stride. Her blonde hair stayed pulled into its low bun, her sharp blue eyes fixed solely on her mental list, her posture relaxed yet uninviting. It was here, without fail, that flirting attempts unfolded around her like predictable, tiresome patterns she had long since learned to dismiss without altering her pace by even a fraction.

A tall salaryman in a rumpled suit would linger too long beside her at the refrigerated drinks section, leaning in with what he clearly believed was a charming smile, his gaze drifting openly across her chest and hips as he attempted to engage her with compliments on her beauty and offers of dinner. Hinako’s only reaction was the slightest raise of one eyebrow, her expression remaining perfectly flat and cold; she simply continued selecting her milk and yogurt, stepping past him as if he were an empty shelf, never once slowing or acknowledging the advance beyond a subtle shift of her shoulders that made it unmistakably clear she had zero interest.

Moments later, a confident woman in business attire might a