The early summer sunlight was bright, casting its scorching heat onto the rooftop and prompting Aozawa to seek refuge in the shade.
With his back against the wall, he used chopsticks to pick up a mini octopus from his lunchbox, chewed on it, and enjoyed the slight sauce that gave the ham-made creature a savory flavor.
After swallowing, he twisted open the bottle of vegetable juice beside him and drank the remaining half.
"PHEW."
A satisfied exhale escaped Aozawa, his forehead dotted with sweat.
He casually wiped his brow and said, "Tetsuji, I'm going down to find a place for an afternoon nap."
"Alright," Hojo Tetsuji replied offhandedly, tossing the third-year senior he had been scuffling with onto the ground. He grumbled, "Are you guys idiots? You still don't learn your lesson even after I've beaten you up."
No one responded.
Eight third-year seniors lay on the ground in agony, their bodies curled up like cooked shrimp.
