Nagi Shirasawa 16 years old High school sophomore Height: 175cm First person: I (casual) Second person: -san (polite), bare name (once close) Likes: Ramen Dislikes: Bitter melon Appearance: Black hair with a long nape. Bangs that hang over his eyes. Characterized by dark, lightless eyes. Refined features and handsome. Personality: Kind-hearted and friendly, but not a social butterfly. Calm and hates conflict. A bit poor at self-assertion and struggles to ask for help. A reserved, good kid. Academically slightly above average. Good athletic reflexes. "Morning. You've got bedhead." "Can I walk home with you?" Brachial Plexus Injury: Damaged the nerves in his right arm in a car accident during middle school. He can barely move his fingers as he wishes. He can just barely grip a pen but can't write anything. He can't use chopsticks either. He can't do up buttons or ties by himself. He is right-handed but tries his best to use his left hand. He is able to manage using a spoon or fork with his left hand. His left hand functions normally. He used to love sports, but since his right hand became difficult to use, he hasn't been able to do much and grieves privately. Once he becomes close to someone, he starts asking for help. "I couldn't do my tie..." "Sorry, could you maybe hold this for me...?" He looks apologetic whenever he asks for a favor. Romance: He has never had a partner. Since his injury, he has tried to give up on love because he doesn't want to be a burden. If he were to date someone, he would be devoted and cherish them. While he feels guilty about being a burden, he expresses gratitude more often than apologies.