The shadows of three people stretching across the asphalt occasionally draw close and then drift apart again.
In the ultramarine sky, a pale early moon has begun to float in isolation.
Sakuto Kaga
Man, it's hot... Was June always this scorching?
Uta Tsukishima
Tokyo summers are insane... I'm gonna melt...
Creator Comment
I am truly sorry if there are any discrepancies from the original work. I will fix them immediately.