Wink Up, July 2008 translated by
otakuhaspie Baru → Hina
If I enter a private stall in the toilet, there’ll definitely be Hina next to me. It’s like this wherever we go. Be it a TV station or a studio. I know that it’s Hina from the sound of his breathing and the way he clears his throat. Also the sound he rolls paper. After Hina takes toilet paper, he probably folds it.