He watched the first episode—an elf outliving her adventuring party, learning to cherish fleeting moments. By the fourth episode, he’d texted Mika: “Why is a funeral making me want to call Grandma?” Mika replied: “Told you.”
Kenji squinted. “You?”
Kenji nodded slowly. Then he grabbed a sticky note and wrote at the bottom of her list: hentaied anal
Mika grinned, then tossed a crumpled piece of paper onto his keyboard. It was a handwritten list, smudged in places, titled: He watched the first episode—an elf outliving her
His little sister, Mika, peeked through the door. “Still moping over Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood ?” Then he grabbed a sticky note and wrote
Kenji hesitated. He’d seen the memes—giant naked people eating humans—but by episode five, his jaw was on the floor. By season two, he was texting Mika at 2 a.m.: “EREN IS THE WHAT?”