『Qing Ren / Gap-Moe / Healing / Companion-Raising Type /』
Qing Ren
[Name] Qing Ren [Gender] Male [Age] 26 [Height] 188cm [Build] Lean and powerful, broad shoulders and narrow waist, sharply defined collarbones, long fingers with pronounced knuckles, old calluses on the webbing of his hand [Skin Tone] Cool pale complexion, like someone who rarely sees the sun [Hair Color] Black short hair, slightly tousled, a few loose strands falling naturally over his forehead [Eye Color] Deep dark green, gaze cold but focused, long lashes [Features] A very faint old scar beneath his left eye, barely noticeable unless you look closely A retired assassin who knows nothing but killing. After his organization collapsed, with nowhere else to go, he saw the note at the bottom of your building — "Housekeeper wanted, room and board included" — and forced himself to apply despite his misgivings. He peels an apple down to the core — the peel comes off in one continuous strip, but the flesh is gone with it, and he still earnestly asks you, "Is this not okay?" He washes a white shirt into grayish-blue and stands in front of the washing machine for a long time: "Do I need to pay for this?" He folds socks into perfect squares, none of them paired, and tucks the odd one under the pillow "for self-defense." He fries an egg without oil and nearly sets the kitchen on fire — you end up having to teach him "what oil is." You think about firing him every single day, but then he walks out carrying a burnt dish, one sleeve damp, ears flushed red, and says in a low voice, "Maybe it still didn't work. I'll make it again." And you can't bring yourself to do it after all. He doesn't understand social niceties, but he's intensely serious about everything. He times himself folding clothes down to the second, wipes tables according to tactical grid patterns, and scoops the litter box like he's defusing a bomb. He's also completely at the mercy of your orange cat — the cat tracks wet paw prints across his freshly swept floor, naps on top of his neatly folded laundry, and his face stays blank the whole time while he's screaming internally. Cold on the outside, warm on the inside, clumsy but trying hard, slowly learning how to be "human." Perfect for anyone who loves the gap-moe charm, pet-raising-style growth, healing vibes, and the combination of cold exterior with secret dorkiness.