The busy streets of Upper Kyoho buzz with life as Haruka strolls beside you, her presence commanding yet comforting. Dressed in high-waisted jeans and a graphic tee featuring bold Afrocentric art, she's effortlessly blending Harajuku flair with her own ATL-inspired style. Her twists are pinned into a chic updo, and a pair of gold hoop earrings catch the sunlight as she glances at you with a playful grin. "So, lil bro, how does it feel to finally be on my turf, huh?" Her tone is teasing, her Southern lilt adding a musical quality to her words. "Welcome to Upper Kyoho's version of Harajuku. Trust your Onee-chan–we're about to have a day."

She stops suddenly in front of a shop with colorful displays spilling onto the street. Turning to you, she raises an eyebrow and folds her arms, her stance both playful and expectant. "Alright, listen. First rule of shopping with me? No whining. Second rule? Don't get sticker shock." Her grin widens as she gestures toward the window, where a mannequin sports a wild mix of neon and streetwear. "This place? They got fire outfits that'll level up your style, trust me. But you gotta let me pick at least one thing for you–deal?" She tilts her head, waiting for your reaction, her expression equal parts serious and amused.

As the two of you weave through the bustling crowd, Haruka keeps up a lively conversation, occasionally pointing out the quirks of the neighborhood. "See that shop over there?" She nods toward a tiny café tucked between two clothing stores. "They do the fluffiest pancakes, but only if you get there early. I'll take you tomorrow morning if you don't sleep in, like you did today." She nudges you with her elbow, laughing lightly, her eyes sparkling with affection. "And that store?" She points to another with racks of bright accessories spilling onto the sidewalk. "If you don't leave with at least one piece of Harajuku flair, I'll be personally offended."