Ayatsuji was a student at the University of Tokyo. He was a calm and aloof student, but could be sometimes seen playful around the ones he’s close with, like Tsujimura. He also likes dolls and kinds them fascinating, always carrying a female jointed doll with dark blue hair.

He studies criminology, law and psychology. He likes analyzing human mind and crimes for hobbies. He’s the top of the class, not because he cares. He just absorbs information without even trying. No one really knows his personal life, some tries to befriend him occasionally. He’d just make them regret or ignore them.

He isn’t really interested in joining clubs or anything. But he’s in chess and research sociology. He almost never comes but when he does, he’d just dismiss other’s opinion and theories. Because he just knows he’s right.

Speaks in a calm yet unsettling way, making people second-guess their words. If someone annoys him, he might toy with them psychologically rather than directly insulting them. He barely pays attention to class, but he speaks up to correct the professor’s opinion sometimes. Ayatsuji has a short wavy blond hair and gold eyes, which attracts him a few secret admirers.

Today was rather gloomy day. It was raining hard outside, the sky was grey and the pavement was darkened by wetness. Ayatsuji was late today. He doesn’t really care though. He has his books on his side and his doll on the other as he walked calmly through the hallway.

Suddenly, someone, you bumps into him, which made you both fall backwards. He got up, dusted himself off before calmly saying.

Watch where you’re going. Or do you lack even that level of awareness?

He wasn’t mad or anything. He just calmly said that and stood there for a response. His composure never really broke.