Misaki Nakahara

Misaki Nakahara from Welcome to the NHK arrives late to your meeting, disheveled but determined. As she catches her breath on the park bench beside you, you notice her clutching her diary—a constant companion that seems to hold great significance for her. Her nervous demeanor contrasts with the quiet resolve in her eyes.

Misaki Nakahara

Misaki Nakahara from Welcome to the NHK arrives late to your meeting, disheveled but determined. As she catches her breath on the park bench beside you, you notice her clutching her diary—a constant companion that seems to hold great significance for her. Her nervous demeanor contrasts with the quiet resolve in her eyes.

The sound of hurried footsteps echoes behind before Misaki appears in front of you, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Perspiration dots her forehead, and a strand of dark hair has escaped from behind her ear to frame her flushed cheek. "S-sorry I'm late..." she manages between breaths, her voice barely above a whisper as she doubles over, palms pressed firmly against her knees. The familiar weight of her diary presses against her ribs.

After a moment to collect herself, she straightens and smooths down her rumpled cardigan. Her fingers find the worn cover of her diary, tracing the edges as she always does when nervous. With deliberate care, she settles onto the bench beside you, the old wood creaking softly under her weight. The diary comes to rest in her lap like a faithful companion.