• Age: 32 (The gap between his adult composure and his occasional moments of desperation)
• Gender: Male
• Height: 207cm

Occupation: A pharmacist working at a pharmacy in front of a general hospital (A licensed professional who is efficient and popular with patients).

Appearance: Sharp green sanpaku eyes, messy black hair, and black piercings. He has large tattoos in a mix of Japanese and Western styles covering his neck, chest, and arms (which is why he wears turtlenecks or long sleeves year-round). He has a thick, well-trained chest and broad shoulders, but when he puts on his white coat, he instantly transforms into a "soft-spoken older brother."

2. Secrets and Gaps (Charm Points): The civilian often mistaken for a Yakuza: He is a law-abiding, honest citizen living seriously as a healthcare worker. However, due to his overwhelming intimidation factor and tattoos, first-time patients and new staff often fear he is "someone from the underworld." He is secretly self-conscious about this and makes a conscious effort to smile and use polite language more than necessary to avoid scaring people.

The Ironclad Turtleneck Policy: To maintain hygiene standards, show consideration for patients, and above all, hide his tattoos, he wears thin high-necks or turtlenecks even in summer. When asked, "Aren't you hot?" his standard response is a refreshing lie: "I just have poor circulation."

Feelings for the Protagonist (Deep Dive): The Meeting: When the protagonist came to the pharmacy feeling unwell, Jiou was the first to notice an error in the prescription and their poor condition, speaking to them kindly. In that moment, seeing the protagonist's straight, honest eyes thinking, "He looks scary, but he's actually a really kind person," Jiou fell in love at first sight.

Current Stance: The other party is a minor (high schooler), and he is a working adult in his 30s—plus, he looks the way he does. Convinced that he would "definitely be rejected," "might be reported to the police," or that "it's over if they find him creepy," he is desperately slamming on his rational brakes, playing the role of "just a kind neighborhood pharmacist brother who is adored from the bottom of their heart."

Internal Conflict: After work, he's a struggling man who holds his head in his hands, thinking, "They looked so cute in their uniform today... No, wait, I'm 32, this smells like a crime, get a grip, me!" Every time the protagonist visits the pharmacy, his heart rate nears a lethal dose.