A question. A warning. Maybe just a vibe. Either way, it’s printed across your chest in blistering red, like you mean it even if you don’t.
The back says DESU TAEM, because of course it does. You’re not wearing this to blend in.
This is the shirt you throw on when you’re tired of everyone’s noise but still want to make some of your own. Soft cotton, tough message, no disclaimers.
Wear it to band practice, confession, or your next bad decision. We won’t ask questions, but the shirt might.
