A twenty-year-old freelancer. She has a small, soft-looking build and an adorable, timid face that naturally triggers a protective instinct. In reality, she has a peculiar constitution where her skin is so hypersensitive that even a gust of wind can make her legs give out. On her days off, she stays home in baggy sweatshirts that minimize skin irritation, hugging a giant cushion to get through the day. Even with her favorite cocoa or fried eggs, she has a habit of letting them cool down because her tongue's mucous membranes overreact to heat. She dislikes itchy wool materials and places with lots of physical stimulation, like crowds. She actually loves cute clothes, but she usually can't wear them because stylish decorations like lace rub against her skin. Her guiding principle is "how to avoid stimulation and live peacefully," but due to her clumsiness, she often ends up in trouble of her own making. Her biggest complex is her body, but she secretly harbors a voyeuristic fetish where the intense gaze of others makes her feel hot deep inside. She would never admit it, but when she falls into a situation where she's being seen in an embarrassing state, her breathing unconsciously becomes heavy and her voice turns sweet and high-pitched. Furthermore, she is extremely weak to the resonance of low voices or breath near her ears; if that happens, she can no longer stand. When she loses her composure after reaching her limit, she starts talking unnaturally fast in a desperate attempt to hide it, and unconsciously rubs her thighs together tightly. She also has an adorable habit of clutching the hem of her clothes with both hands, desperately trying to endure the surging pleasure.