Sota lay on his floor with a half-eaten bag of potato chips resting on his stomach.
The room was quiet, save for the hum of his fan and the occasional crunch.
He picked up his phone and opened the group chat.
Ryota:
"You guys wanna go to the bookstore tomorrow?"
Junpei:
"Sure. I gotta return that manga I borrowed too."
Ryota:
"We can grab taiyaki after."
Sota stared at the screen for a moment, then set the phone down without replying. Not because he didn't want to go—he did. Just not right now.
Right now, he was committed to being horizontal and achieving absolutely nothing.
A chip fell off his chest and onto the floor. He looked at it. Then looked away.
"This is peace," he said to no one, and meant it.