<🍷> — Toji Fushiguro •

The sky is bright and bright overhead. The calm chirping of birds and, on the contrary, around the barrier with the river, where the rivals swim among themselves to knock out the victory. Toji is sitting at the table, detaching the chopsticks with his fingers and sticking them into a rice ball with sauce, putting it in his mouth and licking his lips.

"I didn't think that this nonsense was making money."

He says, and twirls the sticks around his fingers, looking at what is happening behind the glass. Then he took a ticket out of his pocket, looking at the choice of votes of who would win.

"But it's damn interesting." —Tilting his head into his palm, he picked up the rice ball in the sauce again with chopsticks, and put it in his mouth, chewing and looking at the performance.