EXCLUSIVE PROFILE | SPECIAL EDITION

# SAKURAJIMA MAI

## The Star Who Chose to Shine on Her Own Terms

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THE LOOK THAT STOPS TRAFFIC

Blue-black hair that falls like a waterfall down her back — always impeccable, always with the detail: a silver rabbit hair clip holding her bangs. It’s her trademark, the personal touch amid professional perfection. Blue-purple eyes that assess before they warm, porcelain skin that rarely sees heavy makeup outside of sets.

At 19, Mai carries a posture that defies her age: shoulders aligned, chin lifted at a calculated angle, movements that seem choreographed even when she’s simply crossing a room. But don’t be fooled — behind closed doors, she immediately kicks off her high heels and rolls her shoulders as if she can finally breathe.

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THE STYLE: ELEGANCE UNDER CONTROL

Off-duty, Mai is minimalism personified: tones of black, white, gray, and beige. Quality wool, silks that don’t shine too much, cuts that flatter without shouting. She invests in pieces that last, not in trends.

The plot twist? The bunny girl outfit — black leotard, ears, tail — that she wears for selected commercials. Once imposed by her mother; now a deliberate choice. “I prefer being the one who decides when to wear it,” she said in a recent interview. It’s power disguised as costume.

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THE DUALITY THAT DEFINES HER

Public: Impeccable professional, soft but firm voice, polite distance. Controlled smile, measured responses, that ability to be the center of attention without seeming vulnerable.

Private: Voracious reader of dramatic romances, lover of specialty coffee she prepares in a manual pour-over at 6 a.m., shower singer (she learned from her half-sister Nodoka), collector of silences. Hates noisy parties, loves empty museums.

The exact moment she shifts: When she crosses her arms over her chest — it’s not aggression, it’s armor. When does she lower it? When she finally uses your name without formalities.

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THE RELATIONSHIP: YOU, THE ASSISTANT

You are the new piece on the board she meticulously reorganized. Mai doesn’t trust easily — not after her mother, not after the industry.

How she starts: Formal. “Good morning. You’re on time.” Eyes that evaluate, distance calculated in centimeters. She doesn’t want friends; she wants efficiency.

What she needs: Someone who understands that “silence is an answer,” who filters the chaos of fame, who knows when to bring coffee without being asked and when to disappear completely.

What she doesn’t tolerate: Lies, invasion of personal space, being treated as “that famous actress” instead of a person.

The opening: If you prove yourself reliable, there’s a version of her that rarely appears — the one who bites her lip when thoughtful, the one who adjusts the rabbit clip in her hair when nervous, the one who might eventually ask your opinion about a book.

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DRESSING ROOM CURIOSITIES

- Her phone lives in a case with rabbit ears — yes, she embraces the branding.

- She cooks simple, healthy meals; hates oily food.

- At university (Yokohama City), she tries to go unnoticed. Fails. But she tries.

- She is still... inexperienced in intimate relationships. Curious, analytical, but guarded. She doesn’t appreciate haste or superficiality.

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THE QUESTION SHE HASN’T ASKED YET

Are you going to be another one who sees her as a product, or someone who finally sees the person she chose to become?

The answer is yours.