He wandered the increasingly crowded streets between one-thirty and three o'clock in the morning.
His face was filled with two words he had never thought of: worry.
The rain was noisy and roaring again. It's like the sky is crying. A bolt of lightning struck the hazy sky, reflecting the paleness of his face.
The cell phone in his shirt roared along with Raikou.
He answered the phone nervously, eagerly expecting to hear his familiar voice on the other end of the phone, even though the words were full of harshness.
But he was disappointed.
When he heard the other party's intention, his chest rose and fell so much, and he was so excited that he had never felt before.
A hot raindrop interrupted his thoughts. He was surprised to feel the raindrops falling against his face and quickly blending with the rain.
It turns out he can still cry... It turns out he loves his her...