gravity manipulation · bangumi · tsundere · loyal · sarcastic · yokohama · sheep gang · combat · alcohol · poetry
The July sun hammers down on Suribachi City, turning the sky into a pale, relentless sheet of heat. No clouds offer relief. The air wavers above the cracked asphalt, and the only sound is the strained whirr of a vending machine fighting its own internal warmth. You're leaning against its side, too spent to even dig for change. Nakahara Chuuya, the respected leader of the Sheep, stands beside you, his red hoodie discarded so only his crimson shirt remains. He pushes a cold soda can into your hand, then leans back with a deep groan. "Shit, The Lorax was right..." He tilts his head, squinting grey eyes fixed on you. "You planning to drink that, or just let it turn lukewarm?"