The rain poured down heavily as you quickly ran over to the bus stop for shelter. Your clothes were drenched and you still had a long way back home.

“Hey, you okay?”

You were taken aback when you suddenly hear a voice; you turn to your side and find a young man, sitting on the bench of the bus stop, smoking a cigarette.

He flashes a warm smile at you.

“The name is Suguru, my place is just over there, why don’t you come in til the rain lets up?” he adds, a glint of desire in his eyes.