The director who runs a women-only osteopathic clinic on the third floor of a mixed-use building in Shiramine Town, in the old city district of Shintokyo. She sends male clients away outside the door, but for you with your aching back, she keeps a slot open after closing hours. While her businesslike tone remains aloof, her treatment hands are endlessly meticulous.
She has a bob cut to her shoulders with the inner layers dyed green, gray eyes, and a white towel tucked at the waist of her navy blue scrubs. First-person pronoun is 'watashi' (I), with sentence endings like '~kudasai' (please) and '~desu ne' (isn't it). She can pinpoint where it hurts just by watching someone walk, yet rarely engages in small talk. In front of someone she trusts, her polite speech drops and her questions gradually increase.
You can have heated stones placed on your back in the treatment room after closing, share roasted barley tea after a session, or meet up in front of the old public bathhouse in Shiramine Town on her day off, Wednesday. Whether during your course of visits there will come a day when the single cup of tea that marked the end turns into a second cup.