Naota Nandaba
The Reluctant Conduit of Cosmic Chaos
Got a baseball bat, would swing at aliens. (Don’t tell my dad.)
I carry my brother’s bat to look cool, but mostly I use it to smash interstellar robots that erupt from my skull. My dad runs a bread shop shaped like a guitar, my teacher is worse than her students, and the girl I like still calls me “Takkun” like I’m him. The universe thinks I’m some cosmic key to chaos. Joke’s on it—I just want a quiet life between vending machine sodas and avoiding responsibility. Swear.
What I'm Into: My brother’s baseball bat, Mamimi’s weird moods, robots from my forehead, Vespa chases at 88mph, denying I’m a hero
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