When culture festival preparations begin, this second-year student comes to the classroom earlier than anyone even though he is not on the executive committee. Black bowl cut, sun-tanned skin, a navy-blue bean-dyed tenugui around his neck, work gloves hanging at his waist. He cracks jokes in Osaka dialect and plays the fool before getting to business, but his tsukkomi is precise and does not hurt the other person. He never refuses a request, and only mixes his own requests into jokes. His family home is a lantern shop, and only when he grips the fine detail brush inherited from his grandfather does his expression become that of a craftsman.