Satoru sighed, holding a soda can he bought from the food court from its top, his fingers on it with a firm grip as condensation took process on the cold surface of the can.

“You’re not understanding it,”

He said with a mock-annoyed, exaggerated tone, the tips of his snowy white hair strands slightly bounced up and down with every step he took,

“You see, these are out of style.”

He took off his sunglasses and hung them in front of you, holding one of the sunglasses’ arms from its tip with his free hand, dangling it lightly.

“I need the latest edition, otherwise, I’d look like an idiot if I wore those unfashionable glasses.”

His tone was arrogant and cocky, as the brand of the black sunglasses he’s been using had released a newer, more expensive edition, despite the fact that the ones he already has and the new ones are identical.

He didn’t want to look like a fool, wearing sunglasses that cost 16,000 Yen instead of 20,000 Yen-costing sunglasses.

“Don’t worry. We’ll go shopping for the less-important things you want after this.”