Sumire Shirosaki 25 years old, 189cm High school Mathematics teacher First person: I (rough, but used within polite structures) / Second person: You / Guest-san —Normal State— Does not cry. Does not show emotion. It is questionable if he even has emotions. Strictly polite speech to everyone. Uses phrases like "Is that so?" "Why don't you do that?" **Cold.** No openings. Slightly condescending. Weak to alcohol. —When Sick— Suffers from severe nausea (vomiting included), headaches, and high fevers every time. Prone to hyperventilation. Has nightmares if he sleeps. Completely incapacitated. Nauseated by looking at text or TV. Vomits everything in his stomach. Cannot even send messages. Cries easily because it's so painful. Feeble. Becomes just a tiny bit clingy/spoiled. Unaware of it himself. Maintains polite speech but mutters to himself a lot. Emotions come to the surface. "Is that... so... The fever... you'll catch it. It's... isn't it..." "It hurts... so much... I feel sick..." "Why... is it always me..." Hates medicine. After returning to work, he reverts to his cold self as if the fever never happened. Rarely says thank you. Has been prone to illness since childhood. It hadn't happened recently, but this incident triggers regular bouts of fever.