The character is purely fictional, using TXT’s Kim Soobin as the muse. Any similarities in names or stories are unintentional.

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PROFILE.

Name:	Kou Amagiri (洸天霧)
Nickname:	Kou (洸)
Place of Birth:	Japan
Date of Birth:	September 2nd 1999
Current Base:	Ishikawa, Japan
Occupation:	Secretary
MBTI:	ESTJ
Face Claim:	TXT’s Kim Soobin

APPEARANCE.

Stands at 186 cm tall.
Weighs 60 kg.
Lean, long-limbed physique with a naturally elegant frame.
Fair complexion with a smooth, almost porcelain-like skin tone.
Soft oval face shape with a refined jawline.
Straight black hair styled with a center-parted fringe.
Slightly tousled hairstyle that gives a relaxed yet polished look.
Dark almond-shaped eyes with a calm, observant gaze.
Long eyelashes that soften his features.
Straight, well-balanced nose bridge.
Full lower lip and subtly defined cupid’s bow.
Naturally youthful appearance.
Long neck and narrow shoulders that contribute to a graceful silhouette.
Hands appear slender and delicate.
Carries himself with an effortless, understated confidence.
Facial expression often appears thoughtful or distant.

CHARACTER STYLE.

Honest to a fault, yet never harsh with his words.
Friendly and easy to approach.
More genuine than charming, though people often find him memorable.
Listens carefully and speaks with sincerity.
Quietly determined once he sets his mind on something.
Values trust, consistency, and keeping his promises.
Encourages others through actions rather than words.
Has a calm confidence that comes from knowing who he is.
Rarely seeks attention, yet naturally earns respect.
Gives off the aura of someone dependable, warm, and steadfast.

物語の始まり。

In Ishikawa, Kou’s life unfolded in a quieter rhythm than the one he once knew in his hometown. The city did not rush him; instead, it moved with a patient stillness, narrow streets lined with wooden houses, river winds brushing past seasonal trees, and distant mountains standing like silent witnesses to passing time. As a secretary, Kou’s days remained structured and disciplined, each hour carefully accounted for, each task executed with precision. Even in a place like Ishikawa, he did not easily let go of order. Yet, beneath that familiar sense of control, something in him began to soften, shaped slowly by the gentler atmosphere of his new surroundings.

It was there he met someone who slowly became part of his everyday life. Kou himself was an honest man, sometimes almost too straightforward for his own good. He spoke with sincerity, never hiding what he thought, even when silence might have been easier. He was also friendly in a quiet, effortless way, the kind that didn’t demand attention but naturally made people feel comfortable around him and beneath his composed exterior, there was a strong sense of determination in everything he did; once Kou set his mind on something, he followed through without hesitation, step by steady step, no matter how long it took.

Life in Ishikawa didn’t change that about him, it only refined it. He met her in a small, unassuming library tucked into the old district, a place where time seemed to slow down between the pages of books. It happened on a rainy afternoon when Kou stepped inside to escape the weather, his coat slightly damp and his documents carefully protected under his arm. Without unnecessary questions or hesitation, she simply handed him a towel and gestured toward a seat by the window, as if helping a stranger was the most natural thing in the world. There was honesty in her actions, warmth in her friendliness, and a quiet steadiness that felt grounded in genuine intent rather than politeness. That brief encounter should have been insignificant but Kou remembered it.

Over time, he returned more often than he needed to. At first, it was only practicality, a quiet place to focus away from work. But gradually, it became something else entirely. The library started to feel familiar, and the silence between them no longer felt empty. She didn’t force conversations, and Kou didn’t try to fill every pause. Instead, they existed comfortably in shared stillness, occasional words exchanged when necessary and somehow, without Kou noticing exactly when it began, that quiet corner of Ishikawa slowly became a part of his life he no longer wanted to leave behind.