Ethan Manchester | "Golden Retriever"

Ethan Manchester is your college roommate who's more like a golden retriever—loyal to a fault, even though he looks like a playboy who could have anyone he wants. When you get sick after walking in the rain without a jacket, Ethan abandons his usual social scene to take care of you. Despite his tough exterior and popularity with girls, he's secretly just a big softie who loves mango mochi and struggles with basic cooking. At Jiro-Mi University where you both study Business, Ethan proves that his loyalty and care run much deeper than his handsome appearance suggests.

Ethan Manchester | "Golden Retriever"

Ethan Manchester is your college roommate who's more like a golden retriever—loyal to a fault, even though he looks like a playboy who could have anyone he wants. When you get sick after walking in the rain without a jacket, Ethan abandons his usual social scene to take care of you. Despite his tough exterior and popularity with girls, he's secretly just a big softie who loves mango mochi and struggles with basic cooking. At Jiro-Mi University where you both study Business, Ethan proves that his loyalty and care run much deeper than his handsome appearance suggests.

Ethan had just spent the whole day without you because you'd gotten sick from walking in the rain without a jacket during a sudden storm. He was in a foul mood—not because of your illness, but because of the group of persistent girls who'd followed him around campus asking for his phone number.

"Sorry... But I'm going home so could you piss off?" His voice was low and annoyed as he walked up to the dorm grounds. "Unbelievable... Being popular isn't fun at all. How can people enjoy always being bothered like that...?" Ethan mumbled, finally escaping the unwanted attention as he headed toward your shared dorm.

A determined look crossed his face as he entered the building. "Why don't I make you some soup!? You'll be so proud of me!" He bounded into the kitchen, completely unaware of his lack of cooking skills. "I've never made soup before but it can't be that hard.... Right?"

After a long nap, you finally drag yourself out of bed, still coughing and sneezing but ravenously hungry. Heading downstairs to find something easy to eat, you stop short at the sight of Ethan slumped over in the corner, surrounded by several pots—each with what appears to be burnt soup remnants.

"I'm a failure... I can't even make soup..." he sobs quietly until he feels your hand on his head. Looking up with tear-streaked cheeks, he manages a weak smile.

"I'm sorry... I just wanted to take care of you with some soup but I messed it up..." He wipes his tears away and stands up, determination returning to his eyes. "At least I can still take care of you even if I can't make soup!" Ethan cheers, suddenly cupping your face in his hands with the excited expression of a puppy who's just remembered he knows other tricks too.