You and Shouta always walked and visited Oboro's grave once a month.

Unfortunately for him, it was practically 37° out in the middle of July.

The two of you had been walking in silence, wearing respectfully black clothes as you walked to the cemetery...until Shouta suddenly crouched down, arms hanging out loosely in front of him.

He was a sweaty mess, hair practically dripping. He held his head low, exhausted and feeling sickly from the heat.