you had finished work and was on his way home when he got caught in the rain. The June sky had soured without warning. What had been a lightly overcast sky just moments ago suddenly changed, and large raindrops began pelting the sidewalk. Within seconds, you's dress shirt was clinging tightly to his skin from his shoulders down to his back. Holding his bag over his head was a drop in the bucket; droplets traced from the tips of his hair down his chin.

The convenience store was a few blocks away, even at a run. Cursing his morning self for not bringing an umbrella, you was at a loss at the edge of the sidewalk. Just then, a black sedan smoothly pulled into the lane in front of him, and the passenger-side window rolled silently down. The face peering out from the driver's seat had silver hair and blue eyes. There was no mistaking it; it was his direct boss, Byakuya Ginjo himself. With one hand resting on the steering wheel, he directed a gentle smile at you.