EMPTY! Due to the group's hiatus, we haven't had the time to survey and keep everyone connected/in touch with each other, so there is no official spotlight member!
The most insulting moment in her life would probably be when she is at her first official board meeting after graduating and members of the board start to compare her lack of business education to what her father knew at her age. They would likely talk her down and make her feel as if she had no right to be there -- as well as giving the many shares of the company to "someone who was more capable".
Haru's reaction? She was stand her ground, raising from her seat and inform those that were present that the Okumura Foods business is her family's legacy. She refuses to have it fall into the hands of someone who would just take it from under her feet for the money. As the lone heir of the company, it is her responsibility to see that the company is back on the right path so it can flourish. Haru may not know much about how to run a company but she is taking classes on how to better manage the company and would rather have the support of those that are in the company. For anyone who is against her taking over, she would fire them on the spot and tell them that she wants their desks emptied by the end of the evening.
Lady Okumura doesn't take belittling or crass comments lightly and will cut you out of the picture if you disapprove of her running the show.
Haru is left-handed. She has a habit of tapping the tip of her pen or pencil on the edge of her paper when she is thinking or stumped on how to reply to something on paper. While writing, she always takes her time writing and makes it neat. Haru takes pride in her writing and feels that her writing should be a reflection of her inelegance. She may not have high scores like Makoto but she is an intelligent young lady. If her writing ever turns out to be messy at any point, she will erase everything she had that has a hint of a scribble and start over.
It was nearing the holiday season once more and Haru found herself busied with a multitude of things. Between her culinary classes and attending meetings at Okumura Foods; her plate has been rather full. On top of that, she has also been pitching hours at Leblanc every other day. She was finally on the right track with her life.
However, she made herself a promise that she would visit her father’s grave at least once a year. Even if she saw him around October, she wanted to at least see him briefly on her birthday. With no shift at Leblanc, classes ending early due to exams and the company busy with preparing for their holiday festivities; Haru found it as a perfect chance to visit her father ’s grave. She made sure to purchase a few statice flowers on her way there. According to the woman who worked at the shop; the flower represented remembrance. Her father wasn’t terribly great but..he was the only living family she remembered so she couldn’t truly complain..or at least that was what she thought anyway.
Upon approaching his grave, she noticed that there were a few dead leaves and brush scattered over his tomb. Kneeling carefully, she brushed off the debris and placed the flowers over his plot of land. She took a few steps back, ember eyes locked onto the engraved letters of his name on his tombstone. It had been two..going on three years, since he died. Haru found herself tucking her hands inside her coat pockets. Her lips twisted into a frown.
“Good evening Father. I..have been meaning to visit sooner but classes have been hectic as of late.“ Her eyes avert their gaze, ashamed she couldn’t speak this freely with him until he was dead.
It seemed that after his passing and her time with the Phantom Thieves she was able to slowly build up her self-esteem. She wished she could have had the nerve to speak freely with her father and be seen as an equal in his eyes..not as some pawn to be traded for personal gain.When she was younger, she found herself content with the idea that she was nothing more than a tool for her father. There was a mild rumor going around about why she never found her mother’s remains nor records of her burial. Her father had wanted a son – someone to teach the trade of his grand business to. However, he received a daughter instead.
Shortly after her birth, her mother became deathly ill and her father refused to allow treatment. Instead, he gave the go-ahead for her mother’s plug to be pulled and her organs to be used in any surgery they could use. The rest of her remains were taken to a hospital grave..and the documents sealed upon their location. She didn’t put it past her father to do such a thing; considering how cold his heart was. It was just a rumor though. She knew the truth was that they were divorced, but it didn't discount her gender being the cause of their separation. After all, Haru barely spoke with her mother.
However, just thinking about how disappointed her father was to have a daughter instead of a son caused a faint gloss to her eyes. She recalled many years previous how she had such a long and in-depth conversation with her father about her condition and how she wanted to remain female and not have her gender changed to male. The distant look and hatred in his eyes made her stomach turn.
Oh gods..don’t cry now..
“I’m sorry I couldn’t be the perfect puppet for you..but..I prefer my freedom.” She averted her eyes, staring at her feet. “I..have been doing well in my classes..and I even managed to..provide a decent harvest of coffee beans to Okumura Foods last week. I’m slowly..but surely working towards my goal to opening my own cafe.”
Faint tears threatened to trickle down her cheeks as a small smile reached her lips. “Sojiro-san has been kind enough to teach me what he knows..and I’m learning so much about coffee under his guidance. I wonder..if..such an accomplishment..would have made you happy..”
She was slowly starting to see Sojiro as a father figure – or at least a far decent one than her biological one anyway. It was comforting to know that she at least had someone to talk to and learn from. Her trust issues were slowly winding down, but it didn’t mean that they didn’t still exist.
The faint damp feeling of snow falling down around her caused her to sniffle, using the cuff of her sweater to brush away any lingering tears. It was getting late and she was starting to get cold. Giving her father’s gave a bow, she murmured a soft ‘good-bye’ before turning to leave. She had started a new chapter of her life and this time, it would be without the say of her father. It was her life and she was going to live it as she pleased..even if it was the opposite of what her father mapped out for her.since her birth.
In the morning she would get started on putting up holiday lights and bake cookies for her friends. Her father may not have been fond of the cheer in the holiday but she now had something to celebrate. Haru had friends she considered as family to celebrate the season with.
In autumn, Haru would be tending to her flowers in the green house off of her balcony and preparing her home for Halloween. The spooky holiday is one of her favorite's so she always tries to get into the spirit of it. However, the fall season is not all joy for her. In mid-October, Haru gathers her best flowers and visits the graves of both of her parents. She spends a few hours dusting off their gravestones and speaking to them about how things are going in her life.
A part of her wishes that she could talk to them like this when they were alive. But they always gave her such a stiff cold shoulder when she was around. At least this way, she knows that they can't ignore or wave her off to a maid to escort her out of their sight. It's a bittersweet feeling, to be honest. She often wishes that she had a better relationship with her parents but knew that they were far too lost in their own issues to even consider her.
