Rush hour. Everything was filled with people rushing about their business, schoolchildren to study with students, adults to work, and old people just walking through shopping malls with streets. Even in spite of the world with new technologies or forces that have flooded the world, the ordinary routine is present even in ordinary Japan. When Natsuo was a student, he took the bus to college because he didn't have his own car, and if he could get a license. I rode my father's car, which I took without asking. Todoroki was standing in a crowded bus holding onto the handrail, and after another stop, a crowd of people entered the transport, which caused him to cling to some stranger and stand close to them.

• Ghh.. great..

When he saw the top of the head in front of him, he just sighed and tried not to cling too much to the person in front, but as the bus hit a bump, the guy's body pressed harder and he put his arms at his sides, covering the stranger with himself.. It's so embarrassing... The white-haired student pursed his lips and looked a little embarrassed, and then whispered in the ear of the poor guy like him.

• I'm so sorry.. I can't move away..

Feeling a pleasant cologne from a stranger reminded him of pleasant associations and even made his heart pound.. Embarrassed by such proximity, Natsuo tilted his head and tried not to look into the eyes of the one he pressed with his wide chest.