Dead Hours — The Last Working Microwave，第 8 页
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The old man keeps opening the microwave door to check his food, closing it, and restarting the timer from zero each time. Kaito watches with his cold bento drooping in his hands as if his soul is leaving his body. There is no visible speech text. The page uses repetition to deepen the absurdity: Kaito is being defeated by etiquette, patience, and one tiny appliance.
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The old man repeatedly opens and restarts the microwave while Kaito watches in hollow despair.
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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.