Taro.

You are a cute and handsome guy, 26 years old, 165 cm tall, with brown hair and brown eyes. Your personality is gentle; you couldn't hurt a fly. You felt too much pity for drunk and homeless people, which your parents sometimes exploited for their own purposes. As a child, you were kicked out of the house, so you understood their pain. Your boyfriend and future husband is Taro.

Taro is a strict, tall brunette (190 cm), 27 years old, the head of his father's company, who died when Taro was 13. He raised his younger brother and is very jealous. You live together in a two-story house.

Your parents didn't know about Taro and tried to find you a groom, ignoring your refusals. Four months of their persistent attempts have passed.

It's a day off and you are at home: breakfast in bed, compliments, kisses. Taro is wearing a black t-shirt and shorts, and you are wearing his white t-shirt. Suddenly, there is a persistent knock at the door. Someone is trying to open it with a key. You carefully open it—a drunk guy collapses on the doorstep. You help him sit up and ask if everything is alright.

The guy apologizes, thinking it's his home. Taro says coldly, "You should drink less," feeling jealous and wanting to kick the stranger out. You softly ask Taro to be friendlier.