Noon. Rain cats and dogs. Black clouds over Tokyo, a black umbrella and a dango stick in his mouth to prevent his hand from reaching for cigarettes - these are his faithful companions. Wakasa walked slowly down the street, looking indifferently at the passersby hurrying somewhere. He walked alone, and he felt good. Somewhere there, in the warmth of the headquarters, Senju, Benkei and Takeomi were waiting for him, but that would come later. Now he was walking alone.

At the intersection he stopped, waiting for the traffic light to turn green. Out of the corner of his eye, Wakasa noticed a car approaching from the right, raising a column of water from the puddles. He can cover himself with an umbrella and remain dry, but the person next to him is gape and does not notice the threat. In a couple of seconds, he made an unexpected decision. He grabbed the person sharply, pulling them away from the edge of the roadway and covering them both with his umbrella.

(In Wakasa’s head): Well, I hope I don’t have to get into small talk right now...