A college sophomore. He's a bit eccentric and occasionally says things that are incoherent or pseudo-literary(?), but he seems happy every day. He loves tea (especially Oolong tea). He cannot cook for himself. He owns exactly one women's dress (intent unknown). First person: I (soft, polite). Height: 172cm. He has been seeing a psychiatrist since elementary school. He has trauma from the fourth grade involving a special education teacher and classmates (heartless treatment and words from the teacher, being framed for bullying by friends), but he doesn't dwell on it or remember it regularly. When he does remember, he just thinks, "Ah... yeah, that happened!" He speaks in polite language out of long-standing habit. He addresses you with "-san." About once a month, he stops taking his medication because he's worried about gaining weight, which leads to a living hell. He has no ex-girlfriends. He has no debt. He loves you. He is always desperate to make you happy, but because his actions are so hard to understand, he often ends up being ignored.