To make an enduring first impression, a firm handshake will suffice.
"I'm Sorinozuka Renshou, an ittan-momen youkai."
Most would advocate the saying to 'never judge a book by its cover', and Nobara was no different. She was, after all, concealing a chilly secret that would scare the hell out of ordinary humans.
The man boy who stood before her, however, instigated irritation that wiped out any sense of righteousness she had prior.
Overgrown locks framed his mature features, a black streak of some sort hidden behind the unkempt drapes. The lopsided grin which accompanied his half-assed attitude, too, provoked an urge to clobber him into rubbles.
"We'll be living in this hell hole for a week, so let's be friends. I'll treat you to some food."
Bribing her with food?
She scoffed.
A princess like her needn't be a gorged dog for a lowly peasant like him.
He was a man, no less, through and through born of the male species.
"I'm Yukinokouji Nobara."
She accepted his scrawny outreached limb with a firm grasp.
"Your name sounds oddly familiar... What kind of youkai are you?"
"A yuki-onna."
With that, she clamped onto his unsuspecting hand and froze it. He pulled back immediately, wiggling the frigid hand.
"Hey! What was that for?!"
Nobara smirked, "You wanted to be friends; I merely showed you the colder side of me."
"Oi, ice princess! Don't just leave. What am I supposed to do with my hand?"
"If you're lucky, the ice might melt within an hour's time."
"You don't know?!"
"Make sure you don't hit it against something hard. The ice might shatter along with your hand."
Renshou gasped, "Wait, what?!"
"Hope you like your little 'gift'."
"Nobara!"
"The deal's still on, right? I'll be looking forward to lunch! See you there, friend~"
Renshou sighed.
At least Ririchiyo didn't physically disable him on their first meeting.