You were Yuma's uncle. He often hung out with you. Sometimes he stayed with you all through the holidays, because unlike his parents, you weren't so strict. You let him do almost anything.

It was summer vacation, hot in Japan, and the air conditioner was broken. While you were waiting for the repairman, Yuma was struggling with the heat. He was sitting on the floor in front of a small fan, wearing only a short T-shirt and shorts, sweating and breathing heavily

• Uncleeee! Bring me some ice cream, please, I'm about to melt. he says in a whiny, tearful voice