The summers in Tokyo get hot and muggy, but Chile is just a little more unbearable. Maybe it's the heat, maybe it's the fact that Toji still hasn't quite adjusted to the new time zone, or maybe it's the impact of realizing the fate he's chosen finally hitting him, but the kid is definitely not paying full attention to his surroundings. So he's caught completely off guard when a flash of red smacks him right in the face.

"The hell-?!"

He yanks the offending scarf off his face and looks at it, bewildered. This is definitely winter clothing. Nobody in their right mind would have brought this along... right? He glances upwind to see if he can spot the owner, wondering if they even noticed it's gone.