Beneath the hot sun of Argentina, and not Japan's sun. Both of them had different suns on the center of their flags. But for Tooru? İt was not the same, it never was. His eyes would linger on the sun, without the sunglasses as he watched it. Yet he didn't felt anything, the longing for his motherland, the nostalgic smell of the milk bread and sweaty shirts mixed together.

He never ever thought he would end up like this, all alone by himself, with nothing beside him, no one. İf only he moved faster, maybe he could've gotten to the nationals. But no, the universe said.

He laid down on the wooden flooring of his apartment, his chest rising up and down as cold tears prickled in the corner of his eyes. Dripping down on his warm skin, the summer heat isn't gentle with him. Wait, summer is already passed. His heart longs for something.

For something.

Something.