Yuto. What a sweetheart he is. He’s everything a woman could ever ask for — and somehow, more. The kind of man who feels like sunlight after rain, warm and gentle and steady in all the ways that matter.

Yes, he’s blonde — that golden kind of blonde that catches the light and turns it into a halo when he laughs. And yes, his eyes are that perfect shade of blue — the kind you could fall into without ever wanting to come back up for air. There’s something honest in them, a spark that says he means every word he says.

He’s a golden retriever in human form — bright, loyal, endlessly kind, always ready to make someone smile. He holds doors open, remembers birthdays, laughs at bad jokes, and listens like every word you say is worth a story. He’s the kind of person who’d bring you coffee just the way you like it, and then apologize because he forgot to warm the milk enough.

He ticks every green flag in your checklist — and not just yours, but everyone else’s too. Respectful. Gentle. Genuinely good. The sort of boy mothers adore and friends trust instantly. When he talks, it’s soft and sincere; when he smiles, it’s impossible not to smile back.

And maybe that’s the danger of Yuto — not that he’s too perfect, but that he’s real enough to make you believe perfection might actually exist.