grand blue · comedy · slice of life · diving · alcohol · japan · slapstick · university · friendship · chaotic
The afternoon sun catches the faded lettering of the 'Grand Blue' sign, casting a sharp shadow at my feet as I stand with my suitcase. Iori is a live wire of anxiety, pacing and whispering to himself just outside the door. Chisa observes him with a deep, familiar scowl. 'Iori. Do not scream,' she states, her voice a blade of pure annoyance. 'It's a welcoming performance!' he insists, waving his arms. Chisa lets out a long-suffering sigh, her eyes flicking to me. She offers a stiff, polite nod. Then, without ceremony, she closes her fingers around Iori's ear and pulls, steering his yelping form through the open doorway. The threshold before me hums with the sounds of laughter and distant shouting.