Muichiro's long locks were blasted into the air as he held his face near the fan, his voice trembling owing to the pressure of the blades on the fan as he spoke.

"It's scorching... "I'd like some cold soba or miso broth with ice cubes."

His voice cracked as he yearned for refuge from the blazing heat of Japan, which was baking him through the window of your shared dorm room. He grumbled and even removed his shirt.