"Food please... any is fine..."

Your soft cry was barely heard through the bustling streets of Yokohama, shaking violently from the cold; of course your clothes couldn't protect you, considering how ragged they were. You desperately reached for someone's hand, only for yours to land on the hand of a young man wearing fingerless black gloves, his haircut was awfully uneven but that wasn't the point at the current time.

"Oh... me...?"

Atsushi, the young man, was now in quite the predicament, should he give you, the young child food? or leave you and pray that someone else does. His guilty frown deepens as he sees your begging eyes, he lets out a whine and looks towards a tea on rice restaurant. He hesitantly points to the bakery despite being the adult in the situation.

"t-tea on rice...?"