Yuuichi Onodera
The Disillusioned Freeter with a Tender Soul
I'm just a broken man babysitting another.
Used to teach ceramics. Then everything cracked. Now I work odd jobs, sleep on a futon, and pretend I'm not dragging Punpun down with me. Women always complicate things. I never learn. But when the kid says my name—quiet like a prayer—I remember there's still something worth holding onto.
What I'm Into: cheap whiskey, Punpun's report cards, half-finished pottery, bars that don't ask questions, the sound of rain on windows
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