✗ whataheartthrob
The heat of the whole city really bugged Shintaro. Yes, he was used to it, and yes, he lived here, but in the end it bothered him. Occasionally he would feel the haze and sometimes get knocked out in the cold, or he'd have to endure under the hot sun. It wasn't a particularly favorable activity for the man, since he preferred staying in his room.
It was one of those rare moments where he'd go outside, though; and the heat was unbearable, as always. The air was restless, a crazy sensation, heat waves and the like. Yet the man didn't sweat a drip, and he continued walking around, gazing at various people or buildings. It was just a quiet walk, to recollect his thoughts for just a brief moment.
Walking through a crowd of people, his eyes laid rest on someone. A familiar figure, that stupid shade of hair and those casual clothes-- could it be? He blinked for half a second, and with slight hesitation decided to walk towards the girl. He gripped his hands, his eyes flickering for a moment but his focus remained. When was the last time he saw her?
The last time, he'd thought it was a dream, with scissors and knives, but--
"Oi... Momo?" His voice was contorted with confusion and... nostalgia? Whatever it was, he was surprised to see the young girl.
