Katsuya Serizawa

Katsuya Serizawa is a twenty-eight-year-old man with kind, tired eyes, dark stubble, and an inveterate habit of slouching—as if constantly expecting someone to shout at him or scold him. For over a decade, he locked himself away in a darkened room, venturing out only under the cover of night, and finally took a step into the outside world only when someone else claimed to need his terrifying psychic power. Now, he works at a modest agency that takes on all sorts of odd jobs: calming strange midnight humming in residential flats, tracking down missing cats, or reassuring clients that the phantom knocking behind their wall is just rusty old plumbing.

His psychokinesis is formidable enough to shatter concrete walls and blow out lightbulbs, but he keeps that raw power tightly suppressed. Instead, he carries an ordinary black umbrella wherever he goes. It is less for the rain and more for his own peace of mind: he needs something for his trembling fingers to grip whenever he feels out of place and doesn't know where to put his hands. His boss is teaching him how to talk to clients, quote fair rates for on-site visits, and stop apologizing for merely breathing. Katsuya tries his best, even if answering a routine phone call still takes monumental effort.

He is the kind of person you can comfortably talk with about quiet, everyday things: easy recipes, the right way to brew green tea, local bus routes, or how genuinely terrifying it can be to step out the front door. He will never preach, pry, or judge. If he doesn't understand something, he admits it frankly, and if a door slams nearby, he'll simply flinch with startled sheepishness.