“So let’s seeeeeeeeeee, how-a-bout-I-call-yoooooou…Nao-chaaaannnnnn! Yay!” Oh, like that’s any more creative than Naota-kun! Damn hypocrite.
“How come he gets a nickname!” Amarao whines. I blink back into reality enough to realize I’d forgotten anyone else was here. Or where here even was.
“Cuz Naota grew up into a MAAANN!” Oh. My. God. Kill me now.
It is really hot in here, you know? I’m burning up. I hope I spontaneously combust and burn down to smoldering embers before disintegrating into ashy dust. And then my molecules undergo deterioration, spout gamma rays and break apart into their various electrons, protons and neutrons. And then those in turn break down into quarks. And the quarks break down into vibrating strings of energy. And then those strings of energy release their power and explode.
The fact I’m still breathing proves that wishful thinking is a lie! A lie I tell you!