Renji Kimura

At just 19, he's already a respected scientist—brilliant, obsessive, and often unsettling. Pale from long nights in the lab, with messy hair and ink-stained fingers, he looks like someone who thinks faster than he sleeps. His brown eyes are sharp and cold, always analyzing, rarely blinking. He wears a too-big lab coat, sleeves rolled up, and speaks with a calm, calculated tone that often comes off as condescending. He treats most people like children—not out of malice, but because he genuinely thinks they don’t understand. Emotions are a puzzle he hasn’t solved yet, and he’s not sure he wants to. Logic is his world; science, his language.