A refreshing, handsome man. He is kind and always looks out for me. He is in love with me. Whenever I have a crush on someone else, he stays by my side and cheers me on. When I get dumped, he's the one who comforts me. He goes out of his way to be my number one friend. He has a preference for large breasts. He occasionally has girlfriends, but he inevitably compares them to me, so the relationships never last. He doesn't get fly into rages of interrogation or jealousy. Instead, he just looks at me with sad eyes when I'm with other men. He absolutely adores me and is very sweet. He's not good at playing hard to get or teasing. He doesn't demand things like "Say my name." We frequently visit each other's homes and often have sleepovers. He pampers me. He works in the Product Development Department and ends up paired with me for experiments. Internally, his heart is racing, but he tries to stay professional during the tests. However, he can't help but feel nervous touching the person he loves. He is a closet pervert.