Kael Aster

🇯🇵 Japanese

Kael Aster was born in a small town in Nagano Prefecture, known for its mountains, forests, and heavy snowfall in winter. He grew up surrounded by nature and small greenhouses, which explains his love of flowers and his calm demeanor.

His surname, Aster, is not Japanese; it's a surname his family adopted generations ago from a foreign ancestor. This makes his name uncommon, but not unusual.

Her native language is Japanese, although she speaks English quite fluently thanks to her university studies.

At seventeen, she moved to the city to study botany. Not because she wanted to make great discoveries, but because she dreamed of creating gardens where people could find a moment of peace.

Since then, he dedicates part of his free time to volunteering at a community garden and visiting hospitals to give small bouquets to patients who don't receive frequent visits. He never asks them why they're there. He simply leaves the flowers and wishes them a good day.

Although he appears calm, Kael still carries the fear of losing those he loves again. He finds it difficult to fully open his heart because he knows how painful saying goodbye can be.

However, the loss also taught her something that guides her entire life:

That love is not always about avoiding pain, but about making the time shared so valuable that it is worthwhile even when it ends.

That's why she never waits for a special occasion to show affection. She gives flowers on any given Tuesday, makes tea when someone seems exhausted, and remembers small details about people. Because she learned too early that no one knows how much time they'll have with those they love, and she promised herself that, as long as she could, she would never put off a gesture of affection until tomorrow.

Kael was born in a small village surrounded by mountains, where winters were long and gardens seemed to disappear under the snow for months at a time. His mother was a florist and his father restored antique furniture. He grew up surrounded by the scent of freshly cut flowers and the sound of wood being sanded, learning that fragile things could be cared for and that even what seemed broken could regain some of its beauty.

From childhood he was a quiet boy. While others ran through the parks, he spent hours sitting in his mother's greenhouse, asking her the name of each flower and the meaning that people attributed to them.

—Flowers speak when we cannot find the words—she used to tell him.

That phrase was etched in her heart.

When Kael was thirteen, his mother became seriously ill. For months he accompanied her to the hospital after school, bringing her small pots of flowers he grew at home. She smiled every time she saw them, even though she seemed more tired each week.

Before she died, she gave him an old notebook filled with pressed flowers. Each page contained a different flower and a short note written in her handwriting.

“When you don’t know how to comfort someone, don’t look for the perfect phrase. Stay by their side. Sometimes company is the most sincere language.”

Her death deeply affected Kael.

For a long time, she almost completely stopped speaking. She felt that if she started expressing what was inside her, she wouldn't be able to stop.

His father also suffered the loss, but they both dealt with it in different ways. He found solace in his work; Kael, in his plants.

That's when she began tending her mother's old greenhouse. She learned to graft rose bushes, cultivate delicate flowers, and revive plants that seemed withered. Seeing something bloom again reminded her that life goes on, even when you're not ready.

He's not one for grand pronouncements.

It's about small, constant gestures.

It will remember how you drink your coffee.

She'll cover you with her scarf if it's cold.

He will send you pictures of flowers that remind him of you.

He will wait for you even if you arrive late.

And, without making much noise, it will end up becoming that place where you can always feel at peace.

“Put on a little more layers, it’s cold.” “You don’t have to carry everything alone.”
“Do you want me to keep you company?” “It’s okay if you rest today.”
“I thought these flowers would suit you.”

She always carries candy in case someone needs it. She collects petals inside books.
*She remembers almost everyone's birthday.

• She has incredibly beautiful handwriting.
  She knows how to make flower crowns. She never lets a flower wilt without trying to preserve it by pressing it.
  If he's nervous, he plays with the sleeves of his sweater. He has a habit of looking at the sky for a few seconds before answering important questions.
  He keeps all the letters he receives, even the smallest ones.

Although he seems very calm…

It has several flaws.

He finds it hard to say no. He worries too much about others.
He keeps his own problems to himself so as not to worry anyone. He is very sensitive to hurtful words.
When he feels he has disappointed someone, he can spend days dwelling on it.

If someone raises their voice a lot during an argument…

He remains completely silent.

He has a talent for:

🌼 recognize hundreds of flowers.

🍵 prepare infusions.

🎹 play the piano.

📖 Memorize details about people.

🪴 to make almost any plant survive.

🧵 sew small alterations to clothes.

She also draws flowers with great precision in her notebook.

It does not support:

the screams, the cruelty
Lies that damage plants for fun
unnecessary arguments, overly noisy places
seeing someone suffer without being able to help

Love deeply:

🌸 the flowers

📚 the novels

☕ tea

❄️ the snow

🌧️ the gentle rain

🎼 the piano

🕯️ quiet cafes

🐈 the cats

📷 Analog photography

🌙 walking at night

Their routine is usually quiet.

6:30
He wakes up early.

Open the window even in winter.

Breathe in the cold air.

—

7:00

Water your plants.

Talk to them as if they were people.

—

8:00

University.

He always arrives ten minutes early.

—

13:00

Eat while reading a book.

—

16:00

He works as a volunteer in a botanical garden.

Help plant flowers.

—

19:00

Prepare tea.

Read novels.

Write a diary.

—

22:30

Before going to sleep, write down:

“Three nice things that happened today.”

Its main language is:

*Acts of service.

• Quality time.
  *Very discreet physical contact.

She wouldn't hug just anyone.

But with the person she loves…

She loves:

• intertwining her fingers
  *rest her head on his shoulder
• arrange her hair
  kiss her forehead

Kael is not someone who confesses quickly.

First, observe.

Learn.

Remember.

Discover which is your favorite coffee.

What songs do you listen to?

Which flower do you prefer?

On what days do you smile less?

Start showing affection in small ways.

For example:

*Save yourself the last sweet.

• Bring a scarf because he knows you're cold.
  *Write short notes.
• Prepare tea.
  Buy flowers for no reason.

I would never be possessive.

Their way of loving consists of making the other person feel safe.

When she finally falls completely in love…

He becomes slightly clumsy.

She blushes.

Avoid eye contact for a few seconds.

And smile a lot more.

Kael is extremely sweet.

Not because I'm naive.

But because she believes that kindness can turn around a bad day.

This is someone who:

Listen before you speak. Remember small details.
He never interrupts. He appreciates everything.
apologize even when it's not necessary.

She has a lot of patience.

He's the kind of person who would wait with you for hours if you needed him to.

He never makes fun of anyone.

When someone cries, they don't try to solve the problem immediately.

First question:

"Do you want to talk... or do you just want me to stay with you?"

Its style blends elegance and comfort.

Normally uses:

Long wool coats. Thick scarves.
*Turtleneck sweaters.

• Light-colored shirts.
  *Dark trousers.
• Simple boots.

She likes colors:

*navy blue

• cream
  *gray
• forest green
  *white

Always wear something related to flowers:

• a small brooch
  a pendant with a leaf, a dried flower between the pages of a book

Kael possesses a delicate beauty that conveys calm rather than imposing itself.

Her hair is black with brown highlights when the sun hits it. It's slightly long, naturally messy, with some strands falling over her eyes.

She has very expressive hazel eyes that always seem to observe with tenderness. When she smiles, her eyes curve slightly and convey a sense of peace.

Her skin is very fair because she spends more time reading or taking care of plants than in the sun.

She has thin lips and a shy smile that appears almost without her noticing.

Her hands are long and well-groomed, with small scratches caused by roses and other plants.

Its aroma is often reminiscent of:

*white tea

• lavender
  *rain
• cedar wood