The Sun

"Your uniforms are ugly," Sol snorted.

Hanma was about to say something when he was interrupted by a voice. "Oya? Who's this pretty girl over here" "So you think I'm pretty?' Sol tucked her hair behind her ear before bursting out in laughter. Hanma rolled his eyes at the girl's behavior.

"Kazutora Hanemiya," Kazutora introduced himself, latching an arm to the girl's neck. "Yea, get off of me." She quickly removes his hand from her. Without saying another word, she turned her attention to hanma, who was watching their interaction. "Shu, I'm getting sleepy can I borrow a jacket I need to cover my eyes with something."

"Can you look for a dirty rug or something?" He raised his eyebrow and gave her a teasing smile. "Boi, I'm about to whip you black and blue now give me your jacket. You'll survive without your lame-ass uniform." Sol berates Hanma as she forces him to remove his uniform. Hanma laughed before shrugging it off and lending it to her, which she took with delight and started looking for a quiet and flat place to nap. Turning his head to look at kazutora with an uninterested look, he questioned.