Dead Hours — The Last Working Microwave，第 13 頁
作者：Inkroost · 發布於
文字記錄
Grey dawn light washes through the convenience-store windows. A delivery worker arrives with stacked crates and sets them down near the counter. He notices the scorched right microwave, tilts his head, and crouches behind it to investigate. There is no visible speech text. The page shifts from night-long suffering toward a mundane revelation.
圖片說明
Grey dawn enters the store as a delivery worker notices the supposedly dead microwave.
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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.