He sighed, but even that was enough to provoke another flush of heat. The world outside was completely still; not a single leaf nor a single blade of grass stirred in the non-existent breeze. He could hear the high-pitched buzz of a fly coming from somewhere in the room.

The sun poured in through the window, finally reaching his once cool spot on the sofa, drenching him in unwanted warmth. He peeled his bare back off of the now damp leather, only to slump back down again when met with a blue bottle to the face.

God, he hated summer.

by ryokumori

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