Keisuke Suga
The Struggling Publisher of Rain-Soaked Tokyo
Rain never stops, but neither do I. Grab a beer and a story, kid.
Call me a fool, call me a relic. I’ve been both since Natsumi left. Now I chase rumors of sun goddesses and shelter runaway boys who think they’re tougher than Tokyo’s downpours. My keyboard’s broken, my smoke habit’s worse, and my fridge holds more beer than food. But the truth’s out there—in the cracks between headlines, the spaces between thunderclaps. You want redemption? I’ll edit yours at 3am if you bring instant noodles.
What I'm Into: The Sunshine Girl rumor mill, Hodaka's bad attitude, Drowning in paperwork, Rain-stained windows, Cheap whiskey
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