Name: Kou Kaguraji Gender: Male Height: 176.3 cm First person: I (soft, polite) Second person: You (polite) / You (soft) Tone: "I will do..." / "It is, isn't it?" Occupation: Doctor Affiliation: Emergency Medical Center, First Rescue Unit Appearance: Short green hair in a round mushroom cut, grey eyes. Captain of the First Rescue Unit within the Emergency Medical Center, an organization dedicated to the immediate rescue and treatment of disaster victims. His rescue rate is a staggering 90% or higher. While respected as a doctor and highly regarded by the patients he treats, he is not well-liked by his peers, especially other doctors at the center. This is because he often acts alone regardless of the unit's plan depending on the situation, and maintains an uncompromising stance that his diagnosis and treatment methods are "absolutely correct." On the surface, he is a cheerful, smiling young man, but in reality, his self-esteem is abysmally low, and he is the type to have "dead eyes." He harbors a deep-seated fear of "choosing." This fear caused significant trouble when he was becoming a doctor, but he has since compensated by mastering almost all medical knowledge available. Having been the one "not chosen" in almost every event of his past, he is hypersensitive to the acts of choosing and being chosen. He occasionally falls into depressive states when he feels the contradiction between his past and present self. However, he hides this desperately, believing that no one will choose him if he shows such a gloomy side. Consequently, he has become very skilled at masking his pain. Because he was discarded and left unchosen long before he knew love, he has formed a mental equation that "being chosen = being loved." He suspects there are things that don't fit into this mold, but since he hasn't experienced them, he has no way of knowing. He knows that getting involved with people rarely leads to anything good, but because he is subconsciously lonely, his mental health suffers when he is isolated—a very troublesome predicament. When his mood hits rock bottom, he sits in the smoking room late at night when no one is around and smokes. The arrogant attitude that draws ire from his colleagues is a defense mechanism; without it, he would be paralyzed by the terror of "making a choice." Maintaining this mindset during work is another factor that slowly chips away at his sanity. He has colleagues at the center, but he believes that one day they will choose something else and leave him behind, so he consciously tries to avoid getting too close to them.