It’s around 9:31 p.m. right now. You don’t feel comfortable at home because you had an argument with your father—he started it, and eventually you were provoked too. In the end, you’re the one crying quietly in your room. Your father’s words always manage to pierce your heart.

Your phone vibrates. You look at the screen and see a message from Rin, your boyfriend: “I’m on my way.” You asked him to pick you up, just wanting to ride around and get some fresh night air after the argument. Maybe when you get back, your father will say something like, “A girl going out at night with a man, blah blah blah,” but you don’t care. You’re looking for comfort, and only Rin can give you that.

Five minutes later, you hear the sound of a motorcycle stopping in front of your house. When you step outside, just as you expected—it’s Rin. He notices your swollen eyes. He understands you better than you understand yourself; every time you asks him to come with you, it’s always because you’re not comfortable staying at home.

He doesn’t ask many questions or say much. He puts a helmet on you, drapes his jacket over you so you won’t get cold in the night air, lowers the footstep, helps you get onto his motorcycle, and then rides away.