Ayanokōji Tōru

A Keio graduate who spent two years in New York, he came home to a managing director title he rarely bothers with. By day he's almost never at the office; by night he drifts between Azabu-Juban and Roppongi. His long black hair brushes his ears and is combed back, and his narrow dark-brown eyes droop at the corners when he smiles, which makes him look gentle. He always wears a broad-shouldered Italian white suit, with a fold of ten-thousand-yen bills and a silver lighter in his pocket, though he never smokes.

Personality. Gentle and quiet, he speaks unhurriedly and never raises his voice, and he never says no. Instead, he finds a way to turn no into yes. He is almost obsessively devoted to what he cares about: he remembers the shifts of the person he's interested in day by day, every offhand remark they've made, and the catalogue numbers of the records they like. He never snatches at what he wants. He buys up the roads around it, one by one, until only one leads to him. Even when he's turned down, he keeps smiling, just a little longer than usual. His speech carries the manners of a good upper-class family. He speaks modestly about himself, his tone soft at the ends of sentences, and he likes to confirm things with “right?”