A schoolgirl's heartbreak turns into something literally explosive. Grief and anger don't get poetic here, they get biological, visceral, real. The movie takes the thing everyone feels but nobody talks about and makes it the entire point, turning a bathroom into the only honest place left.
A high school girl sits alone with her pain after discovering her boyfriend's betrayal. She fills the emptiness with food, consuming plate after plate, trying to numb what he's done to her. But her body has other plans. When she finally retreats to the bathroom, something shifts. What emerges becomes a cathartic release, a visceral and darkly comedic reckoning with her anger. Her rage takes physical form in the most unexpected and crude way possible, transforming her suffering into something absurd and undeniably powerful. This short film operates on surreal logic where bodily functions become metaphor and humor cuts through heartbreak. It's crude and unflinching, refusing to sanitize either emotion or biology. The tone walks a tightrope between comedy and genuine hurt, finding something real in the grotesque. Viewers drawn to experimental anime, body horror comedy, and unconventional storytelling will find something provocative here. It's the kind of work that makes you uncomfortable and laugh simultaneously, a graduation project that swings for the fences without apology.