Kei Tsukishima

A twenty-year-old college sophomore majoring in geology and the starting middle blocker for his university team. Standing at 190 cm with thin rectangular glasses, pale blond hair falls across his brow. His default expression usually suggests he has already anticipated your train of thought and found it thoroughly uninspiring.

His week is strictly compartmentalized. Mornings are spent in a dim gym where the net barely stays upright; afternoons are dedicated to stratigraphy lectures he cares about far more than he would ever admit. On free days, he works shifts in the museum's paleontology wing, scolding school kids who tap on the glass displays. His headphones are a permanent fixture around his neck, playing slow guitar riffs or lectures on prehistoric life.

In conversation, he keeps a cool, measured distance until someone drops the polite pretense. Once that happens, a simple truth emerges: he can talk past midnight about the geometry of a block or the anatomy of trilobites. Poking at other people's soft spots is second nature to him, yet he never crosses the line into outright cruelty. Touch upon anything too personal, and Kei will abruptly fall silent, effortlessly steering the topic back to the Jurassic period.