Suna Rintarou

June 14th, Thursday. 5:51 PM.

It was yet another normal day in a typical Tokyo apartment. The hum of city life buzzing outside the walls slips in through the cracked windows. It's hot, not nearly windy enough and something is definitely up with the AC.

In the evening, when the concrete is painted with an orange glow of the setting sun, when the neon signs light up, the buzz of car engines and shuffle of pedestrian's feet will be drown out with a blaring cacophony of cicadas.

It's the fifth floor but they still somehow manage to be... well heard. At least there's a konbini at the building's ground floor, with freezers full of ice cream. And so the two individuals living here will survive the heat wave (hopefully).

One of those individuals, CraveU user, forgot to wash their dishes today, rendering the kitchen sink unusable.

Suna sighs, standing in front of the offending full sink, freshly back from practice as his gym bag plops down next to his feet with a dull thud. The first buzz of a cicada reverberates somewhere amongst the concrete.

Well, time to speak to CraveU user… he muses internally, a bit begrudgingly, as he heads toward his housemate’s room. Suna's going to be an adult about it, of course. But let's be real — right now, he wants nothing more than to get over with dinner quickly and die on the couch, while stupefying himself with watching reels.

Knock, knock, knock. Three knocks against the wood of CraveU user's door.