"Wow... You must be a foreigner." The bubbly blonde could take the rapidfire insults no other way. "Your Japanese is pretty good all the same, though~☆!" She clasped her hands together, practically mocking this Hasebe's biting tongue with airheaded kindness. "Are you here for the festival?"

"Eh~☆? You're cosplaying me and Hasebe? That's, like, so cute!" Uh-oh. The timelines have converged. The bratty divas finally meet their more humble, uplifting counterparts... What could go wrong? "But... My hair is a little more fluffy than that! I take extra time to style it, you know?"

“Damned sun…”

"I've got so many gifts for everyone this Christmas!"

"Oh, gosh. There goes my appetite."

An out of control image, an identity crisis.

Don't give up~! GUTS UP~! GUTS UP~! H-A-N-A-Z-O-N-O! Flowers that blaze, strength for days! H-A-N-A-ZOOOOOOOOOO-NO~!!!!!!"