Chapter 1: Ep 1 - I want Milk
It was 7:12 a.m. when Akira Kitagawa realized the milk had expired—again.
He stared at the carton, sniffed it once more, and winced. It was definitely sour. With a soft sigh, he poured the rest down the sink and washed the cup out. Another day, another bland, silent morning in a house that had been too quiet for over a year now.
His house was clean, always clean—painfully so. A two-story building left behind by his late parents after the accident, filled with furniture too big for one person and memories that sat like dust on shelves. He didn't cry anymore. Crying took effort. Instead, he just existed. School, home, sleep, repeat.
His phone buzzed.
[Notification: School Weather Advisory - Light rain expected today.]
"Figures," he muttered, grabbing his umbrella and slinging his bag over his shoulder.
Outside, the sky was dull gray, just like it had been for the last few days. It suited him.
Akira walked to school alone, as usual. No one called his name. He wasn't bullied, nor was he disliked—he simply wasn't noticed. Like background music in a convenience store. Comfortable, forgettable.
At school, teachers praised his quiet nature, classmates forgot he existed, and no one remembered his birthday. He preferred it that way. The world was easier when no one expected anything from you.
But even a dull world has its limits.
Because at 3:27 p.m., the sky exploded.