Ex-boyfriend and a faint dark blue memo - Natsu Tojo FWAY-048

After feeling the dry wind that heralded the end of summer, I landed at a remote train station. Two years later, I returned to my hometown. Although I only arrived at the nearest station, it was a 15-minute drive from there. The bus only ran once an hour. Since I couldn't walk, I contacted my ex-boyfriend, who came to pick me up. We happily reminisced about the past as we walked home. Then, as a thank you, we had sex. Because we were sweating profusely, we showered together and then said goodbye. We ate canned food and drank canned beer, indulging in our self-destructive ways. I casually checked my phone and found some slightly erotic images, which aroused me, and I started masturbating. I spent my time in a vulgar but free manner, and then drifted off to sleep. The next morning, I walked to the beach, aimlessly spending three hours. Finally, I grew tired of it all, and on my way home, I ran into my ex-boyfriend from yesterday. We had sex again. From then on, it was like a replay: drinking, masturbating, and then drifting off to sleep. Two sexual encounters and two masturbations, eight cans of beer. What I brought home was a 24-color pencil set right in front of my room. After returning to Tokyo, I wanted to paint a picture.