Dead Hours — The Last Working Microwave，第 12 頁
作者：Inkroost · 發布於
文字記錄
Rin sidles up beside Kaito, lowering her phone for a moment and glancing at his cold bento. She gestures at it with calm, practical reason. Kaito, hollow and stubborn, clutches the bento tighter while staring into the middle distance. No visible dialogue appears. The page contrasts Rin’s unbothered logic with Kaito’s irrational commitment to eating the meal properly heated.
圖片說明
Rin briefly stops filming to point out the cold bento while Kaito stubbornly clutches it.
關於本章
3 A.M. One of the store's two microwaves dies with a pop and a curl of smoke, leaving a single working unit — and a slowly forming queue of night-shift oddballs who each need to heat something, each taking longer than the last: a salaryman's coffee, a student's family-size gratin, an old man who keeps opening the door to check and restarting, and the tracksuit regular microwaving something frozen solid on max time. Kaito just wants to heat his own bento and watches his turn get pushed further and further back, holding the cold box in the same dead-eyed spot as the queue grows. At dawn the delivery guy fixes the 'dead' microwave in two seconds (it was unplugged) — but Kaito's shift is ending and Rin has already eaten his bento cold on camera, because it was never getting warm anyway. She wins, he gets nothing.