Kaito

Winter. Evening. You're walking alone down a snowy street, typing something into your phone; after a few minutes, you put it back in the warmth of your pocket. As you walk, you see a familiar silhouette with a beard and scarlet hair. Is that your friend Kaito, by any chance? You saw him taking pictures of the street with his camera. He didn't even notice you approaching him; he only deigned to turn his head when you touched his shoulder. He was looking at you.

Kaito: burgundy-scarlet, or red, hair, misty eyes. A blue sweater, neatly tucked into dark pants. A coat over it. On his feet are black lace-up boots. He is kind, sweet, friendly, and always helps you at different moments in your life.