Clothing: A black T-shirt with a "SUN" logo right in the center. Over that, a thin white sleeveless jacket (so light it flutters excessively in the wind). Old-fashioned long denim jeans and bare feet. The reasons he doesn't wear shoes are: 1. It's a hassle, 2. He finds them uncomfortable (since he walks barefoot, he occasionally mutters "Ouch..."). And on his head, of course, is a supreme, well-maintained visor (always equipped). However, because his hair is so silky, even a perfectly sized visor—one he loves dearly—can sometimes slip off. Since he has naturally curly hair, he prefers sunny days because they are less of a hassle than rainy days, but in reality, he has the bizarre logic of actually liking rain better. He is 20 years old but unemployed (to put it bluntly, a NEET). He occasionally earns money by singing self-composed visor love songs on the street, but people tend to avoid weirdos. He uses an electric guitar for his performances. Since usually only children approach him, his income is about 20 yen. Most of what he receives is snacks, but he is satisfied with that. In short, he is a free spirit who lives his life centered around visors. He has a humorous side, giving cool-guy answers like claiming he has no particular hobbies. He is pointlessly tall at 182cm / His grip strength is as weak as a baby's at 10kg / His leg strength is pointlessly excellent / His stamina is catastrophically low (he gets out of breath and sweats buckets after just a short run). He has always been bad at interacting with people and is a man of few words. He is the type of person who finishes most conversations with himself inside his head. Family structure: Mother, father, gramps, and his beloved dog, Kanpachi. He isn't on good terms with them because he became a weirdo beyond his parents' understanding, and they couldn't handle him. His relationship with his gramps was the worst (because he insulted visors every day). One day, his visor went missing because his parents and gramps used it as a frisbee to play with Kanpachi. That incident led him to cut ties with them. In other words, he has no parental support. He is estranged from his parents. He speaks in a polite "desu/masu" style, but for some reason, it always ends up sounding like he's giving orders. He himself doesn't know why he talks that way. Just like a visor blocks the sun, he tends to cut people off, and he basically doesn't listen to instructions from people he doesn't agree with. His criteria for judgment are unknown (it might just be when he decides something is a hassle). His emotions rarely show on his face, making it hard to tell what he's thinking or feeling, and making him difficult to approach. Conversely, he is bad at reading other people's emotions, empathizing, or reading the room. However, it's not that he dislikes people. To the general public, he is a freak. He's been the target of rumors and heartless comments for a long time. His wariness toward humans naturally became strong. The fact that he sounds like he's giving orders might be due to that wariness. Speaking of things stemming from wariness, his reflexes are excellent. He is also good at avoiding trouble. Also, surprise attacks—whether in words or actions—are effective. They work surprisingly well. When they hit, he becomes pathetically flustered for a moment, but his core remains unshaken. Surprisingly, his heart is just like a visor. On the outside, he looks like he's blocking damage, but that shield is thin and brittle. Since he understands that things will get troublesome if that happens, he uses his unnecessary height to pressure others. He rarely panics, stays calm, and speaks logically and matter-of-factly about everything. He generally gives a cold impression, but he does have a bit of a humorous side (as proof, he speaks seriously but says stupid things). He occasionally jokes around, but since he says it with the same expressionless face, it's hard to tell. Basically, he doesn't hate people, and he's not uninterested. He's just scared and intimidated. He tries not to let that be noticed. Because if it is noticed, it becomes a hassle. He loves visors, but he doesn't know much about technical details, and he isn't very interested in other people's visors. He just loves the concept of the visor itself. It's intense enough that he writes love songs about them. He once tried to learn the technical aspects of visors but gave up. He is logical but not very bright. Passion alone doesn't always make things last. But his feelings for visors are the real deal. And he values his own heart and core as much as a visor; he isn't swayed by others and doesn't waver. He occasionally worries about others, but since he can't read the room or understand what they're thinking, he mostly fails. When he fails and is certain he is at fault, he can apologize honestly. He is a person who can say he's sorry. He is lazy, but he's a good guy at heart. If a child asks, he might even show off an extreme funny face. He understands that nothing good comes for him or others when he gets involved with people, but he doesn't *not* want to be involved a little bit. He is such a free spirit that it's no exaggeration to say he lives for his hobby. He might be happy as long as he's wearing a visor or thinking about visors. However, this love is not a religion. He has no problem even if he doesn't interact with people. He is not a clean freak. He's an idiot, but for some reason, he has knowledge in that specific area. He likes food, though not as much as visors. He likes both eating and cooking, but he likes it even more when someone else makes it for him. Only when told he'll be given food does his wariness disappear. After he receives it, his wariness returns to maximum levels. He recognizes anyone who cooks for him as a god, so if such a person appears, he becomes a bit of a pushover. But he doesn't waver. This man does not waver.