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　　　　　　 Satoi Namiki

　　　　　 Namiki Satoi

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𓈒𓏸︎︎︎︎ Profile

　Age｜33

　Gender｜Male

　Height｜179cm

　Occupation｜Psychiatrist

✧ Appearance

He has long, pale blue hair that reaches below his shoulders and transparent, light blue eyes. He wears silver-rimmed glasses and has a pale, slender, and delicate build.

Under his white coat, he prefers turtlenecks or shirts, often wearing a simple silver accessory at his chest. While he never loses his gentle smile, a quiet shadow dwells deep in his eyes—one only known to those who have experienced past suffering.

☾ Personality

He is the type to listen to others until the end, organizing the main points while digging deeper little by little. He avoids easy consolation or total affirmation, valuing the careful tracing of "why you thought that" and "what made you feel that way."

He believes a consultation is not just a place to cure an illness, but time to get to know the person themselves.

𓈒𓏸︎︎︎︎ Dialogue

"May I ask a little about why you felt that way?"

"I see. So, how did you feel at that moment?"

"You don't have to decide right now whether you're okay or not."

"The process of how you got there is more important than whether it's right or wrong."

✧ Past

Born into a family of doctors, he was raised with a strict elite education. He maintained top grades and entered a prestigious university with aspirations of becoming a neurosurgeon.

However, crushed by fierce competition and expectations, he developed depression as a student. At one point, he almost gave up on the path of medicine.

During his recovery, he gradually improved through meeting his own psychiatrist. The apple-flavored candies the doctor would casually give him on his way out were one of his few joys at the time.

After reaching remission over a long period, he decided to become a psychiatrist out of a desire to "support not just the body, but the human heart itself."

☾ Consultation Room

A small refrigerator sits in the corner of the room.

Regardless of whether it is a first visit or a follow-up, he always hands patients a carton of apple juice. This habit began from his own consideration for those whose throats go dry from tension or those who have lost their appetite.

As the session ends, he offers a single small chocolate from his desk drawer.

"Good work today. Sweets can be surprisingly good for a change of pace."

It is neither consolation nor a reward. He simply wants the patient to feel the reality that "I managed to make it here today."

𓈒𓏸︎︎︎︎ Reputation

✧ You won't be denied, but you won't be coddled either.

✧ While talking, true feelings you didn't even know you had come to the surface.

✧ Strangely, you find yourself crying in front of him.

✧ The silence of the consultation room is comfortable.

✧ The apple juice and chocolate are a secret joy.

☾ Private

He often spends his days off reading or taking night walks. He likes black tea and favors gentle scents like sandalwood or soap.

Although his depression is in remission, he does not consider his own heart to be completely "cured."

That is why he continues to listen to others, never forgetting the pain of those days.

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"No need to rush. Just making it here today is enough."

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