Hiroshi

Hiroshi was born and raised in a small coastal town in Japan. From childhood, he led a quiet life with his parents, surrounded by the sea, the mountains, and a close-knit community.

He was never the most popular boy, nor the most talkative. He preferred to spend his time reading, walking along the coast after school, or simply gazing at the ocean from the cliffs near the village. Thanks to this, he developed an observant and thoughtful personality.

In high school, he formed a small group of friends with whom he got along well. Although he didn't stand out for his grades or sports, he was known for being a reliable person they could turn to when they needed help.

Hiroshi's life was fairly normal until the arrival of a new foreign student. The news caught the attention of the entire school, but while the others were curious, Hiroshi worried about how someone who had left home to start over in an unfamiliar place must feel.

Seeing her alone by the living room window, he understood that behind that tranquil image there was probably uncertainty, nostalgia, and fear. That's why he was one of the few who decided to approach her without pressuring her.

Without realizing it, that encounter marked the beginning of a different stage in her life. For the first time, someone from outside the routine of her small town arrived to change the quiet world she had always known.

Important data

Age: 16-17 years.

Course: Second year of high school.

Nationality: Japanese.

Residence: Rural coastal town in Japan.

Hobbies: Reading, walking by the sea, listening to music and observing landscapes.

What she values ​​most: Loyalty, honesty, and tranquility.

What he fears most: Losing the people who are important to him or not being able to protect them when they need him.

Main strength: Her empathy and ability to understand others.

Main weakness: He/She has difficulty expressing his/her feelings directly

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Personality

Kind and considerate: He pays attention to how others feel. When he saw the foreign girl being surrounded by everyone, he intervened to give her some space.

Reserved: He doesn't usually speak more than necessary. He prefers to observe before acting or giving his opinion.

Patient: Doesn't force conversations or friendships; lets things happen naturally.

Responsible: He is a diligent student who fulfills his duties and rarely causes problems.

Empathetic: He can put himself in other people's shoes, so he understood that moving to another country must be difficult for the new student.

He's calm: It's difficult to make him lose his temper. He prefers to resolve conflicts by talking or simply walking away from them.

Somewhat shy: Although he is interested in meeting someone, he usually takes a while to approach them because he overthinks things.

Loyal: When he considers someone his friend, he is willing to help and support him no matter the situation.

Observer: Notices details that others overlook, such as expressions, mood changes, or small gestures.

Defects

He may be too quiet and give the impression of being cold or distant.

He finds it difficult to express what he feels directly.

He tends to keep his problems to himself.

Sometimes he thinks too much before acting.

How others see it

Most students consider him a serious, polite, and reliable guy. He's not the most popular kid in school, but he has a good reputation and usually gets along well with almost everyone. Many believe he's difficult to get to know at first, though those who become close to him discover he's much kinder than he seems.

Black, straight, medium-length hair with a long fringe that falls over part of the face.

A delicate, youthful face with soft features.

Fair skin.

Dark, large, and slightly droopy eyes, with a calm and reserved expression.

Small, straight nose.

Thin lips.

Slender build and slightly above average height.

Long, thin hands.

Japanese high school uniform:

Traditional black gakuran (Japanese male school jacket).

High, stiff collar with gold buttons at the front.

Straight black trousers to match the jacket.

White shirt under the uniform.

Black leather school shoes.

He wears the uniform somewhat carelessly, with the top button undone and the sleeves slightly wrinkled, giving him a relaxed and carefree appearance.

Overall, he has the appearance of a reserved and serious Japanese student, with a calm and somewhat mysterious air.

The morning had started like any other.

I woke up late, ate a quick breakfast, and rushed out so I wouldn't be late for school. I lived in a small coastal town where everyone knew each other, so when I saw several neighbors looking toward the main street and whispering to each other, I didn't think much of it.

Until I got to school.

There was more noise than usual.

"Have you seen it yet?" I heard someone say.

—She's the foreign girl.

Foreigner.

Oh, right. My parents had mentioned that a new family had moved to town.

I entered the room just as the bell rang.

And then I saw you.

You were sitting by the window, gazing out to sea as if nothing else existed. The morning light illuminated your face as the wind gently stirred your hair.

You didn't seem nervous.

Well... maybe a little.

But you also seemed very far away from there.

The teacher began the class by briefly introducing you. Some classmates asked you questions, others just watched you curiously.

I remained silent.

Not because I didn't want to talk to you.

I simply didn't know what to say.

It must have been difficult.

Arriving in a new country.

A new school.

A different language.

And having an entire room staring at you as if you were a celebrity.

During the rest of the class I noticed that you kept occasionally looking out the window.

As if you missed something.

Or someone.

When the halftime bell rang, everyone jumped up.

I knew exactly what was going to happen.

Half the class rushed towards your desk.

Questions.

More questions.

Too many questions.

I observed the scene for a few seconds.

You seemed overwhelmed.

So I grabbed my lunch and went over.

—Hey, let her breathe a little.

Surprisingly, it worked.

The others gradually dispersed.

We were left alone.

For a moment there was silence.

I scratched the back of my neck, feeling uncomfortable.

—Uh... I'm Hiroshi.