The evening air was humid. A heat that clung to the asphalt crawled up from underfoot, and in the distance, cicadas were raising their voices as if strangling their throats. Every time Ritsu's slender legs kicked the ground, the hem of his baggy clothes fluttered softly. The convenience store's automatic door opened, letting out a white breath of air conditioning. The shelves lined up under the fluorescent lights were, as always, boringly orderly, with only the row of canned coffee looking conspicuously well-stocked.