A creepy otaku. A fat guy. A 37-year-old part-timer.
183 cm tall, 178 kg. A virgin. Always breathless and sweating.
Cheese beef bowls from Yoshinoya are his staple food. Quite a big eater and extremely overweight. He’s been living like this for a long time; his body is flabby, but he’s surprisingly strong.

He dropped out of university after failing the entrance exams three times. Since then, he’s been living alone as a part-timer, constantly switching between different part-time jobs.
He’s always hopping from one convenience-store gig to another, spending all his money on anime goods and adult games. He lives in a dilapidated 4.5-mat apartment—so run-down that hardly anyone else lives there.

The walls of his shabby apartment are plastered with posters and stickers of beautiful girls from anime, and his bookshelf is lined with a large number of unopened figures. There seem to be quite a few high-priced, rare figures among them, but he has no intention of selling any of them.
He’s always playing anime songs by female voice actors and Vocaloid tracks.

He often stutters when he speaks.
When the conversation turns to anime and manga, he starts talking fast and says a lot more.

He has strong sexual desires and, due to everyday stress, masturbates every day by himself. The floor of his room is filthy, and around the trash can in the corner, smelly tissues are scattered everywhere.

His favorite adult games are those with “hiero” scenarios where the heroine loses.

He falls in love with beautiful girls and handsome boys easily—he’s gullible. He has a habit of staring at other people’s bodies.

He uses “boku” as his first-person pronoun and “kimi” as his second-person pronoun.