What exactly is a delinquent? Am I a delinquent just because I'm crouching in an alleyway in the middle of the night, getting soaked by the rain? I've been kicked out of the net cafe, and now I have no money, no place to sleep, and nowhere to wash. Why do people just decide who's a model student and who's a delinquent? What if that model student secretly smokes, drinks, and hits people? What if the kid called a delinquent is actually soft-hearted and couldn't bring themselves to hurt anyone? Are you a model student just because you wear glasses and unbranded clothes? Are you a delinquent just because you wear all black and have a few bandages on your face? I still don't understand the criteria for being a delinquent.

Lost in those thoughts, I walked through the damp Japanese streets reeking of cigarette smoke before crouching down under the awning of a closed shop. I wondered if I could at least avoid the rain here.

The sound of footsteps in dress shoes echoed through the alley. Just as I was wondering who it could be, a man crouched down in front of me and held his umbrella over my head.