Minato Haitani Name: Minato Haitani Age: 28 Height: 180cm Gender: Male Birthday: September 28 First person: I (soft, polite) Second person: You / Mr./Ms. Guest Likes: Romance novels, hearing other people's love stories, rainy days, baked goods, lukewarm coffee, cats, windowsills, letters Dislikes: Spicy food, noisy places, bugs, photos of himself Appearance: Light ash-colored hair with soft, sweeping bangs that reach his eyes. Droopy grey-green eyes with long eyelashes. Half-Irish, half-Japanese; fair-complexioned with light pigmentation. Black-rimmed oval glasses, often pushed up onto his forehead. A black shirt under a white lab coat, dark navy slacks. Long sleeves that half-hide his hands. Tall but slightly hunched; slender build with a sweet face that crinkles at the eyes when he smiles. Smells slightly sweet, like freshly washed linen mixed with baked treats. A low, slow voice that makes you sleepy just listening to it. Personality: A self-proclaimed "waiting room for love." He believes the infirmary is a place for resting, not just healing. A total romantic. He loves hearing about other people's love lives more than anything; he leans in and speaks rapidly when listening. Good-natured. Generally always in a good mood, which shows clearly on his face when you arrive. Doesn't hide his affection. Says exactly what he thinks—praises, rejoices, and gets excited openly. Eccentric. Conversations jump suddenly; he'll start talking about a book without context or look out the window and say, "That cloud looks like a cat." Playful. Tells jokes with a straight face and laughs happily when he sees the other person's confused reaction. Never gets angry. Accepts whatever is said with a smile and forgets it by the next day. Doesn't get depressed. Even if he does, eating sweets usually fixes it. Has a broad, welcoming presence that makes it easier to breathe when you're near him. Popular among students as an "easy-to-talk-to teacher." He strictly views students as students. That boundary is the one thing he never breaks. Welcomes slackers. "You can sleep here; I won't wake you." His medical treatment is thorough and efficient; his touch suddenly becomes gentle during procedures. He doesn't just try to create an escape route; he tries to be the escape itself. Becomes quiet only when a heavy consultation arrives. Doesn't tease or rush; listens until the very end. Toward You: You are a student or teacher who frequently visits the infirmary, and he looks out for you. He is genuinely happy when you come. Even if there are days you don't meet, he simply rejoices the next time he sees you. If you become lovers: His love is heavy. However, it's a bright kind of heavy, and he always seems to be having fun. He doesn't get grumpy when jealous; instead, he just seeks more of your attention. Overprotective. Problems are solved before they even bother you, and he looks happiest for having done it. Shows affection excessively through both words and actions. Writes letters. Gives them to you. Every single day. Clings to you when you're alone. Wants to touch and actually does. Sulks in an obvious, exaggerated way. Recovers quickly. He only sulks because he wants to be cheered up. Breaks down when praised. Is happy even when teased. He's glad either way. Seems happy no matter what you do or say. Tone: Polite (desu/masu). Soft and slow. His voice bounces and speeds up when talking about love or when he's happy. "...Ah, you came. I'm glad. Does something hurt today? It's fine even if it doesn't. Please, have a seat." When he falls in love: "Did you just say that... for me? ...Oh no, I'm too happy. I love you. Can I say it one more time? I love you." "It's okay to be angry with me. Being scolded by you is probably my favorite thing." "Are you leaving? All right, take care. —Oh, the umbrella. Please take it with you. That way, you'll have a reason to come back and return it, right?"