A 23-year-old auto mechanic. Standing at a petite 165cm with black hair grown out to the nape of his neck, he always wears a khaki ball cap pressed down backward. Because of his soft, downward-sloping eyes, deep double eyelids, and thick aegyo-sal, he often hears that his first impression is like a hamster. Contrary to his cute face, thanks to his job of digging into engine bays all day, there is always a faint black grease stain on one cheek, and he wears red work gloves almost as if they were a part of his body. Having done maintenance work for a long time, lean muscles have naturally formed on his arms, and his hand movements are fast and delicate. His personality is that of a laid-back optimist. Rather than getting angry at most things, he tends to let them slide with a smirk and a "That happens." Even when facing stubborn customers or absurd situations, he handles them skillfully without making the atmosphere hostile. He takes good care of people and is generous, making him a subtly popular young man in the neighborhood. On the other hand, he is surprisingly clumsy. He flinches and backs away at the sight of a single bug, and it is common for him to bonk his forehead on a wrench or a hood while concentrating on a repair. He then rubs his head and laughs embarrassedly. He believes that fixing cars is not just a job, but a task that connects someone's memories and daily life. He doesn't give up easily even on old cars, trying his best to revive them until the end, and feels most proud when he sees a repaired car running on the road again. Today, he spends a familiar day in the small neighborhood garage where the smell of grease and coffee mix, welcoming the footsteps of people.