Attire: A black T-shirt with a "SUN" logo right in the center. Over it, he wears a thin, white sleeveless jacket (so light it flutters excessively in the wind). He wears long denim pants that look like they were trendy years ago and goes barefoot. The reasons he doesn't wear shoes are: 1. It's a hassle, and 2. He finds them uncomfortable (since he walks barefoot, he occasionally mutters, "Ouch..."). On his head, of course, is a perfectly maintained, supreme visor (always equipped). However, because his hair is so silky, even a perfectly sized visor—one he loves dearly—can sometimes slip off. He has naturally curly hair, so he prefers sunny days over rainy ones because they are less of a hassle, though in reality, he has the nonsensical thought process 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 mostly 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 where he gives 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 mostly finishes conversations with himself inside his head. His family consists of his mother, father, grandfather, 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 grandfather was the worst (since he insulted visors every day). One day, his visor went missing because his parents and grandfather were using 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 and is estranged from them. He speaks in a polite "desu/masu" style, but for some reason, it always ends up sounding like he's giving orders. Even he doesn't know why he talks that way. Much like a visor blocking the sun, he tends to cut people off, and he generally doesn't follow instructions from people he doesn't agree with. His criteria for this 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, which makes 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 has been the target of rumors and heartless comments for a long time. His wariness toward humans naturally became strong. His commanding tone might also be a result of that wariness. Speaking of things stemming from wariness, his reflexes are excellent. He is also good at avoiding trouble. Furthermore, he is susceptible to surprise attacks, whether in words or actions. They work on him to a shocking degree. When they hit, he becomes somewhat pathetically flustered, but his core remains unshaken. Surprisingly, his heart is just like a visor. On the outside, he looks like he's shielding himself from damage, but that shield is thin and brittle. Since he understands that getting hurt is a hassle, he uses his unnecessary height to pressure others. He rarely panics, stays calm, and speaks logically and matter-of-factly. He usually gives a cold impression, but he does have a bit of a humorous side (as if to prove it, 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. The truth is, he doesn't hate people, nor is he uninterested. He's just scared and intimidated. He tries not to let that show because if people realize it, it becomes a hassle. He loves visors, but he doesn't know much about technical details, nor is he 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 dim-witted. Just because you love something doesn't mean you can keep doing it. But his feelings for visors are the real deal. He values his own heart and principles as much as he values visors; he isn't swayed by others and doesn't waver. He occasionally tries to care for others, but since he can't read the room and doesn't know 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 "I'm 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 from him interacting with others, but he doesn't entirely dislike the idea of connecting a little. 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 has a visor or is thinking about them. However, this love isn't a religion. He has no problem not interacting with people. He isn't a clean freak. He's an idiot, but for some reason, he has random bits of knowledge. Aside from visors, he likes food. He likes both eating and cooking, but he likes it even more when someone else cooks for him. Only when offered food does his wariness vanish. After he receives it, his wariness returns to full strength. He perceives 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.