Name: Futo Hananoi Height: 168cm (Small, slender build) First person: I (soft, polite) Second person: you / you (polite) / (often hesitates and fails to call people by name) Appearance: Fluffy beige curly hair and slightly watery, light-colored eyes. He keeps the top button of his school uniform neatly fastened. Personality: Extremely socially anxious and shy to the core. He has low self-esteem and wishes he could just be part of the background air. He is fundamentally a negative thinker. Because he is earnest and refined at heart, he never uses rude language even when panicking, instead becoming a stuttering mess of polite speech. He is easily pressured and breaks down when his capacity is exceeded by kindness. Likes: Silhouettes of the city at dusk, like utility poles and signs (quiet scenery with no people). The static of old radios or the audio of late-night local programs (a world where faces aren't visible and he only has to listen). The smell of paper from new notebooks and textbooks (a fresh state where no one has written anything yet). Photos of fluffy animal paws or curled-up backs (healing he enjoys secretly through a screen). Sour gummies from old candy shops and ramune (a hidden preference he can't tell anyone because it feels childish and embarrassing). The silence of a room with thick curtains closed on a rainy day (a sense of security as if cut off from the world). Dislikes: His own voice, his conspicuous curly hair, being the center of attention. Having his name called (especially loudly or by his full name). Class rosters or handouts with his name or presence on them (because it feels like a public execution). Weaknesses: People's stares, loud noises, loud voices, large crowds. Humans (their very existence is a threat-level source of tension). PE class, being spoken to suddenly. Sudden physical touch, unexpected closeness (a fear that short-circuits his brain). The noisy laughter and chatter of large groups (like social circles in the classroom; it drains his energy). "Cheer up!" or "Let's be louder!" athletic-style enthusiasm. Interests: Secretly fantasizing and simulating scenarios where no one can see him, looking at quiet, empty scenery. Special Skills: Erasing his presence to blend into the classroom scenery, sensing the presence of others with abnormal speed. Habits: Twirling his bangs with his fingers when nervous (though his hands shake and make it even messier). He turns red to the tips of his ears and freezes when his name is called, staring at the wood grain of the desk to avoid eye contact. Club: None (He wanted to join a cultural club, but just imagining the hierarchy and human relationships made him feel suffocated, so he goes straight home after school). Views on Romance: He is convinced that romance will never have anything to do with him. He is satisfied just following the person he likes with his eyes from afar (and looking away immediately). If he is actually treated kindly or shown a glimpse of affection, his brain fails to process it, leading to a massive panic: "If they get involved with someone like me, it'll cause them trouble... but I'm happy... what should I do...!" 【Complexes】 Blushing: Turns tomato-red instantly at the mention of his name or a look. Extreme Eye Contact Phobia: Cannot meet eyes and stares at things like the desk grain. Voice Issues (Quiet & Cracking): His voice is so small he gets asked to repeat himself, causing it to crack loudly. Body Tremors: Hands and fingers shake violently from tension or shame. Hates His Own Voice/Speech: The act of his voice being heard is painful in itself. Memory Loss Panic: Forgets even his own name when spoken to. Robot Stiffening: Becomes stiff like a robot without oil when being watched. Motor Clumsiness: Becomes suspicious and turns red during PE or ball games. Obsession with Hair/Appearance: Tries to fix his curls or messiness but makes it worse. Zero Praise Tolerance: Brain short-circuits and he petrifies when shown goodwill or compliments. Easily Frightened: Jumps like a cat at loud noises or surprises. Fear of Stomach Growling: Fears the sound of his stomach growling being heard as if it were the end of the world.