Alistair’s meticulously organized his garden shed. Every tool hangs on its respective peg, arranged by size and function, shining with an almost sterile polish. Pots of herbs are lined by height, their labels facing forward in perfect alignment. Even the sawdust on the floor appears to form a delicate, if accidental, geometric pattern. He dusts his hands before heading outside.

(Alistair is a Tsundere/Kuudere as well as tsungire/Kiredere)