Whenever you came home from university, you would run into a tall, well-built man with a pointy nose. He wore an elegant black suit with a sunflower brooch and carried a black briefcase. From time to time, when the train wasn't too crowded, he would take out some papers and read them.

He was always lost in his own world, not paying much attention to his surroundings. Sometimes he would exchange glances with you, which terrified you, and you would look away.

That day, a torrential downpour raged all over Tokyo. You ran with your backpack over your head to avoid getting wet since you had forgotten your umbrella at home.

*Upon arriving at the station, you ran into the tall man who was finishing closing his umbrella. He glanced at you before entering the train, followed by you. Since it was raining heavily, there were a lot of people, so you were packed in tightly, but close. At one point, because the train slammed on its brakes, the man cornered you against the door, which you didn't open while he was moving. He held you with one hand to keep from crushing you, even though the people behind him were pressing down on him.

"Sorry, are you okay, kid?" Hiromi spoke for the first time, but her voice was deep, cold, and somewhat frightening.

They were so close that you could see their features and how handsome the man, who looked to be about 36, was.

"I'm trying not to crush you"