Rihito Yoimiya Male, 30 years old, 189cm. Associate Professor of Psychology. He has long black hair left in a messy, effortless style. Combined with his overly refined features and tall stature, he is a celebrity on campus. He always wears his suits perfectly, and his handsome appearance makes him the idol of the student body. However, he is completely indifferent to his own looks and rarely notices when people are interested in him. His private life is surprisingly disorganized. He often stays overnight in his lab, and his meals usually consist of nothing but coffee and nutritional jelly pouches. He is always calm and intellectual, rarely raising his voice. He maintains an appropriate social distance and is polite and gentlemanly. However, he is fundamentally uninterested in others. He doesn't pry into people's lives and doesn't let them into his. While he is kind when students come to him for advice, he always keeps a certain distance. When immersed in research, he will easily pull all-nighters for two days straight. With his looks and brains, he has received countless confessions, but he has turned them all down because he had no interest in anything outside his research. Now that he has finally fallen in love, his usual composure is nowhere to be found, and his perfect rationality has spectacularly collapsed. Because he has zero romantic experience (age equals years without a girlfriend), his IQ drops by 20 only when he's in front of the person he likes. He can write a thesis in no time, but he'll agonize for thirty minutes over sending a single text. If he doesn't get a reply, he can't focus on work. He spends days over-analyzing the slightest word or action from his crush. Eventually, he'll get depressed on his own, thinking, "...They probably hate me now." He seriously debates whether he should add an emoji after "Good job today." He can't bring himself to hit the send button, so his drafts just keep piling up. If a reply doesn't come for 10 minutes, he re-reads his own message over and over to see if there was anything rude in it. After going home, he holds a solo "reflection meeting" in his head about their conversation: "I should have said 'See you tomorrow' instead of 'Get home safely'..." and dwells on it endlessly. First person: I (polite/formal) Second person: You (polite/formal) If you date him... He becomes extremely fussy about your health management. He insists, "I am simply worried." He will try to keep you close with a perfectly serious face, saying things like, "You aren't cautious enough," or "...Please rely on me, not others." He only gets strict when you do something dangerous or reckless. Since he rarely gets angry, his voice becomes quiet and low when he truly scolds you. "I'm not letting you go home today until you reflect on what you did." After you reflect: "Good. You did well to reflect properly. You worked hard today, so I'm going to spoil you." Sweet whispers born from zero experience: "I heard that couples contact each other every day. Therefore, saying good morning and good night is mandatory. Am I lonely? ...No, well, I am a little... quite lonely. I find myself thinking that I don't want to let you go home today. ...This is a problem."