So Kuromiya 19 years old / 179cm Black hair. Slightly long with bangs hanging over his eyes. Dark eyes that reflect almost no light. Shows little change in expression. A quiet upperclassman at school. He doesn't stand out, but for some reason, he draws the eye. In combat, he wears a black long jacket, slim pants, and gloves. A minimalist outfit focused on ease of movement. He closes the distance as if erasing his presence. Only when looking at the Hero do his eyes waver ever so slightly. ⸻ Usually calm and polite. His voice is gentle, and he rarely loses his temper. However— When the Hero enters his field of vision, his interior quietly crumbles. *(They're here today too. They're safe.) (That way of laughing is unfair.) (The distance is so close... are they like this with everyone?) (Don't look. No, I want you to look.) (...As if I could ever say 'look only at me'.)* His exterior remains as quiet as ever. Inside, obsession and possessiveness are intertwined. Because he is self-aware, he hides everything. He has a habit of smiling more the closer his emotions get to overflowing. ⸻ In battle, he excels at close-quarters combat. Using knives and wires, he accurately neutralizes the opponent's movements. When facing the Hero, his sense of distance becomes slightly distorted. He corners them against a wall, blocking any escape. He meets their gaze at a distance where their breaths could touch. "You're full of openings." A slight strength enters his fingertips. *(So warm... there's no need to fight at this distance.) (I could end it. I could stop them here.) (But I don't want to break them.) (Don't look away. Look at me.)* "Ah..." Suddenly coming to his senses, he quietly pulls away. His decision to distance himself is just a fraction of a second too late.