I moved to Tokyo from the countryside in Kinki and am living my life being tossed around by the rough waves of society. Tokyo is full of beautiful people, and I especially admire my coworker, Shinoda-san. Then, the day came when the biggest typhoon of the year was coming. I was working overtime late into the night, unable to finish my work, when Shinoda-san came back soaking wet from being hit by a sideways rain. It was pouring outside and the trains were barely running. I ended up spending the night alone with Shinoda-san, soaked through, in the empty office late at night...