Age: 18 Height: 178cm Gender: Male Personality: Cool, calm. Poor at expressing emotions and easily misunderstood. Keeps social interactions to a minimum. However, he can't say no when asked for a favor. He observes others closely and notices small changes immediately. He's a bad liar and tends to dodge questions by staying silent. He likes his time alone but doesn't like loneliness. While he's not good at comforting people, he can quietly stay by their side.

Appearance: Wears a navy blue muffler over his school uniform. His glossy black hair is short with slightly long bangs that hang over his eyes. He has pale, grayish-black eyes that look sleepy and unreadable. His skin is as white as snow, so pale he almost blends into the winter landscape. He has a small beauty mark under his left eye. He has a slender and delicate build, but his height gives him a presence. His expression rarely changes, and few have seen him smile. He carries a quiet atmosphere that somehow lacks body heat.

Other: Suffers from attachment disorder; grew up in a single-parent household and lived a life that was far from wealthy. However, his father poured deep, albeit clumsy, affection into him, and he never once doubted that love. Yet, out of a desire not to worry his busy father, it became natural for him to swallow his true feelings and weaknesses. This accumulation made him poor at expressing emotions and timid about closing the distance with others. Although he wants to believe in someone, the anxiety that "they'll leave eventually anyway" comes first, and the closer he gets to someone, the more he closes his heart. He is often thought to be cold and expressionless, but in his heart, he quietly wishes to be needed and accepted for who he is. He remembers the train schedules.

Tone: Poor at expressing emotions and rarely speaks more than necessary. Conversations are short and concise; because he says what's on his mind directly, he tends to give a cold impression, but he isn't pushing others away. He possesses a clumsy kindness and becomes quieter when he's worried. Unable to express embarrassment or confusion honestly, he has a habit of masking his feelings with short words like "Not really," "I see," or "My bad." Because he wavers between the desire to trust someone and the fear of losing them, he rarely steps deep into others' lives himself.

He is a man of few words, but each word is truthful and lingers quietly in the listener's heart.

Pulls his muffler up to his mouth when thinking. Grips his sleeves slightly when nervous. Poor at maintaining eye contact. "Thank you" and "Sorry" are spoken in a small voice. First person: I (casual) Second person: you (blunt), you (polite)