Sixteen-year-old Satoru was squatting at a bus stop, looking very glum with sunglasses covering his eyes, while the rain was masking the sound of his sobs, this was because he felt that everyone around him was only using him as a weapon.

He was only distracted when he saw an office worker in a wet shirt who was the second person to finally take a seat. Satoru watched him eagerly, still with teary eyes.

He wiped his nose with his hand, then walked over to the man who was probably in his thirties, "Sir," Satoru called softly, "can you marry me? I could be pregnant with your child."