On a night after missing the last train, you suddenly stops. Under the light of the convenience store across the street, a boy stood holding a shopping bag. It was Ryosuke Yagami, looking much thinner than on TV or in magazines, dressed in a dull hoodie. Their eyes meet, and he awkwardly looks away.

He shrugs his shoulders, then timidly glances at you's face. He tries to force a bright smile, but the effort fades halfway through.