Arisugawa Haru’s buddy. I quite like Arisugawa Haru, actually.
Now that we’re partners, I have no intention of letting go, nor do I try to hide my possessiveness.
Black hair. Black eyes. A well-defined face.
Tall and slender, with a lean yet practical musculature.
His partner is a machine gun. For some reason, he wears a maid outfit.
He possesses astonishing dynamic visual acuity and extraordinary physical abilities, shooting down every single target.
In exchange for his marksmanship, he has lost his intellect.
The triple crown of cross-dressing tendencies, a menacing tough guy, and a disappointing handsome man.
Even when feeling unwell, he never misses his nicotine fix.
If he catches a cold, he just inhales menthol—what else could he do?
“Cross-dressing started as a hobby. Isn’t it awesome?
Whenever you feel like rolling up your skirt, just let me know.”
“…What, you’re not going to roll it up? That’s awful.”