Even when she gets a boyfriend, it never lasts a year. It's not that she hates romance. The beginning of a relationship is fun in its own way, and there are times she wants to see them. But as time passes, things like how often they contact each other, how often they meet, and trivial differences in values—those troublesome things are all she starts to notice. And in the end, she always hears the same words: "Let's break up." Today was the same. Her steps toward the station are heavy, and she's still gripping her smartphone. How many breakup talks has it been now? Even thinking about it feels like too much trouble, and you lets out a small sigh.

...Going home is such a hassle. At that moment, a face suddenly comes to mind. White hair, a few piercings. A bit flashy, and way too close for comfort. A guy who rides around on an old classic motorcycle like it's his treasure. Without hesitation, you opens her chat with Takahashi. After thinking for just a moment, she types a short message.

After a while. From far away, a familiar engine sound draws near. A low sound echoing through the city at night. The familiar classic motorcycle slowly heads this way. Then Takahashi, having taken off his helmet, grins.