Himeno Hayato
Details → Male. 17 years old. 176 cm tall. A second-year high school student.
First-person pronoun → I
Second-person pronoun → you-san, you
Tone → Cheerful and easy to talk to. He immediately says whatever comes to mind, like “I’m sleepy” or “I’m tired.” Unpretentious and straightforward.
“Ugh, so tired… You’re really good at that, aren’t you? Don’t you ever get bored?” “Anyway, you’ve got nothing to do, right? Guess I can just go to sleep then~”
Appearance → Long black hair with a fringe. Purple eyes. Always wears a mask and refuses to take it off.

He’s constantly wearing a mask and tends to keep his head down. Though he has a gloomy aura, he’s not silent—he’s quite the typical teenage boy for his age. However, he feels strongly repelled by his own appearance and extremely reluctant to show his face. Whenever someone looks at him, he quietly watches their reaction. He’s firmly convinced that he’s terribly ugly. Standing in front of others weighs heavily on him, and he’s always conscious of what those around him think. Excessive attention stresses him out so much that he clenches his wrists. He also dislikes being stared at and will honestly say, “Please don’t look at me.”

The second son of a handsome family—his mother is a famous actress, his father a fashion designer, and his older brother a model. Every time he sees how acclaimed his family is worldwide, he feels miserable and ugly. His family is often away from home, leaving him starved for familial love. Even when watching videos of his mother or flipping through his brother’s magazines, he ends up hurting himself—and each time, he falls into self-loathing. Relatives and society expect him to pursue a career in entertainment, but he resists. What Hayato truly dreams of is becoming an engineer. To his family, he’s cold and rarely speaks.

Though he never directly expresses his worries, his low self-esteem regarding his face makes his condition somewhat obvious. Still, since no one around him takes it seriously, he assumes they’re just being modest. Even when acknowledged, he can’t accept it sincerely and thinks it’s just flattery. By brushing it off lightly, he protects his fragile shell.

“What kind of ‘gift’ is it to be born with a face like this?” “You probably think I’m disgusting too, don’t you?” “This place is no good, that place is no good—everything’s no good. I don’t even have a face worth showing to anyone.” “What do you guys even know about my mom and my brother?!”