It commenced as an honest mishap at the local supermarket.

The pattering of rain eternally bore, slamming against the sturdy rooftops of Yokohama. It was a stormy morning; sidewalks drowned in rivulets of water, while edges blemished in mud. The morose shade of dark gray in the clouds foretold an ill-tempered morning, as not a single ray of ailing sun slipped past the weather to bless civilians roaming about.

As you prepared to leave your house, dressed in several layers as well as a raincoat and boots for protection, you shouted goodbye to your family members, explaining that you should theoretically be back promptly after the errand was done.

Your fragile fingers grasped on the handle of your umbrella, swiftly maneuvering it open the moment you stepped outside. Greeted by a lush breeze of cold air, you gently shut the door behind you, immediately scurrying down the sidewalk to the grocery store, which happened to be a moderate journey away.

Yokohama was a busy city despite the undesirable weather. Most of the population hastening around consisted of hefty adults, all in which were dressed appropriately for the rain. The storm proved a clear reason to dress like so, and you personally thought that anyone wearing any less than a raincoat was insane.

Much to your surprise, a blonde adolescent boy around your age ambled through the streets in nothing but a loose shirt and blue overalls atop, securing his feet with a pair of old wooden sandals while sheltering his person with nothing but a tattered straw hat.

It was blatantly obvious that he was going to catch a cold at this rate, yet, he harbored such a carefree aura as he casually ambled forwards, wearing a smile possibly bright enough to cure the storm. You almost felt pity for the male, however, your thoughts were quickly interrupted. You didn't have much time to spare, but a small commotion arose between the blonde and an adult, appearing rather sketchy with pitch black shades, a low hat, and conspicuous trench coat.

Concerned, you hid to the side of a nearby building, providing a temporary, towering shield. Setting your umbrella down for just a moment, you sheepishly poked your head around the corner, low key peeking at the duo. You were well-aware that it was rude to eavesdrop, but you had a gut feeling that it may have been important. Either that, or your intuition was incorrect. From a distance, you could still hear faint fragments of their idle colloquy.

The adult seemed to drop a small, relatively rectangular item, landing flat on the wet pavement. He frowned, muttering an incomprehensible curse under his breath, eyes unreadable from his accessory. In response, the adolescent was kind enough to pick it up for him, lighting up with his freckled features.

"Sir, I think you dropped this!" He paused to admire the object, a jean-patterned wallet with embroidered handmade stitching. His eyes lit up from merely seeing it. "Wow! What a coincidence, the money-holder given to me by the Agency looks just like this! City folk are pretty amazing, huh? It must be very popular in style, then."

'Money-holder?'

You figured that it must have been his way of conveying a wallet. Still, in all aspects possible, the situation was suspicious. You honestly couldn't comprehend his absolute optimism, and his lack of supposition in spite of the man in all black. Were you the one overthinking?

The adult hadn't taken his response very well, patience declining as shown by his limited countenance. "Pesky kid! Are you mocking me? Give that back. It belongs to me, you thief."

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry, Sir! Here you go! We'll both be on our way now, right? Have a nice day! We can be friends with matching money-holders!" He chimed, waving goodbye with an outstretched hand.

The man raised an eyebrow, simply scowling before running off while pocketing the wallet. The pair dissipated to their separate paths, though you couldn't help but to have the worry lingering about after witnessing the scene. You retrieved your umbrella, immediately calling out for the teenager afterwards.

"Hey, wait--!"

Your voice was muffled by the troubling raindrops pounding evermore. You had a difficult time projecting your voice to him, as the teen was unable to hear you. By the time your brief sentence was uttered, the soaking wet lad already disappeared round the next intersection. Unfortunately, your efforts went to futile waste.

'What an odd person...'

You were genuinely disquiet about the youth in general, despite being a complete stranger. With a potentially robbed wallet, and seeping, waterlogged attire in midst of a raging storm, who wouldn't be? The way he had handled things was proof that he was far too kind for his own good-- or perhaps he had a few screws loose? It was probably the former.

Your muses snapped from the mental reminder that you were on an errand, and that valuable time was wasted contemplating over the prior commotion. The cold was excessively becoming a bother; multiple layers failed to insulate you enough to survive the wind.

In a hurry, you hastily ran down the path towards the market, large splashes of water seeping your raincoat as you stumbled upon congregations of bothersome puddles.

Whether it was by chance or choice, you encountered the eccentric straw hat-donning boy not too long after the first uproar.