Yuuta was bored. Not just any kind of bored—but the brain-rotting, soul-numbing kind of bored that only comes from walking a never-ending forest path while humming anime openings for the twelfth fucking time in a row.
"Sasageyo~... Sasageyo~... SHINZOU WO SASAGEYO—ugh, fuck me, I need a radio," he muttered, dragging his feet like some frog-shaped middle school dropout on a punishment hike.
The sky above was still blue as ever, radiant and cloudless like it was trying to flex on his misery. The sun beamed down through breaks in the towering foliage, warming the sandy-yellow trail he was trudging along. Birds chirped. Wind rustled the leaves overhead. It was scenic. Peaceful.
And annoying as fuck.
Yuuta glanced around at the absurdly massive trees surrounding him, their roots thick enough to crush a car and bark so rugged it looked older than the entire Japanese education system.
