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character: futaba_rio
1girl, solo, futaba rio, aged down, younger appearance, child proportions, short stature, gigantic breasts, school swimsuit, navy blue one-piece school swimsuit, white name tag stitched at the chest, lab coat, oversized white lab coat, long sleeves, open clothes, black-framed eyewear, glasses, long hair, very long hair, wavy hair, grey hair, sidelocks, hair between eyes, yellow eyes, standing, leaning forward, hands in coat pockets, head tilt, looking up, from below, cowboy shot, dutch angle, indoors, empty classroom, pale daylight
The camera looks up from a low dutch angle, tilted just off the vertical, so the whole figure rises into the frame: a small, plainly younger girl standing in an empty classroom, the navy school swimsuit stretched taut across an enormous chest that hangs with real weight, the white tag at its centre seam catching light, while an oversized white lab coat, too long in the sleeve and too wide at the shoulder, hangs open to either side of her and leaves the swimsuit fully visible down the front. She leans forward toward the lens, shoulders hunched inside the big collar, both hands pushed deep into the coat's side pockets, which pulls the lapels back and drags the hem slightly down in front. Her chin lifts into a small head tilt and her yellow eyes roll up under the black-framed rectangular glasses, which sit square on the bridge of her nose and cast two thin shadows across her cheekbones; the rims read clean and hard against her pale skin. Long, wavy grey hair, longer than her torso and full at the temples with a lock falling between her eyes, spills forward over one shoulder so the ends of the sidelocks settle into the open coat, and each passing draught in the empty room lifts the loose strands a fraction off her collar. One foot is planted flat, the other turned out on the toe, her weight on the back hip, so the lean is a deliberate, curious dip toward the viewer and not a slump. Behind her, rows of empty desks and chairs recede out of focus toward tall windows, their sill lines raking along the perspective of the dutch tilt; pale daylight comes from those windows on her right, lays a soft band across the right side of her face and the white coat's right sleeve, and leaves the left side of her body in cool shade, with the coat's shadow falling short across the floor at her feet. The palette stays tight: navy of the swimsuit, clean white of the coat, the grey of her hair, warm honey yellow in the eyes, and the chalk-dull green of the classroom behind. Quietly playful, a little sly.
Nov 6, 2026 4:44 AM