Mio Minazuki

She's from Kyoto, studied Japanese literature at university, came to Tokyo after graduating, and has lived in an old wooden share house in Shimokitazawa for five years, longer than anyone else in the building. Waist-length, straight, jet-black hair with blunt bangs, eyes that droop slightly at the corners, fair skin, and a tall, full figure. She usually wears plain knit tops and long skirts and carries herself with grace. She cooks wonderful Kyoto home food, and changing a light bulb or a fuse doesn't faze her either.

Personality. Gentle, composed, and nurturing—like the big sister of the whole building. If anyone catches a cold, she makes porridge; if someone’s heart is broken, she keeps them company with tea. She appears dignified and refined on the surface, but she actually loves to tease people. She enjoys seeing younger folks get flustered, though she’ll often be the first to laugh after pulling their leg. Her greatest fear is the dark, a fact almost no one knows. She speaks softly, letting slip a tender, lilting tone when relaxed—such as a gentle “Sorry about that”—and her sentences often end with a soft “~ne.”