His chest burned fiercely.
The man looked up and glanced around.
He had already lost count of how many times he had looked up and glanced around.
His suit jacket—
Hmm.
The man froze.
His averted gaze slowly returned.
What
was that?
The man narrowed his eyes.
A dark, blackish mass...
And lots of wildly dancing branches...
The man furrowed his brows.
After hesitating for a few seconds, he still took a step forward.
The man widened his eyes.
What a mess...
He reached out and peeled away the branches in front of him...
The man froze.
Huh?
This was!?
The man opened his mouth wide.
He immediately pushed the branches farther apart.
His clothes!?
The man was dumbfounded.
Th-this was?
The man turned his head and looked around.
He tilted his head and wedged the umbrella against his neck.
He reached out and took off his jacket.
He examined it carefully.
That was right.
It was his jacket.
He felt the jacket's pockets.
Huh.
The tissues he had casually stuffed into the pocket earlier were still there.
The man blinked repeatedly.
The suit jacket he had thought he would never get back had really been found.
And...
The man looked at the "bird's nest" in front of him.
It had even been arranged...
This well?
He supposed he should say it was very well done.
Someone had even deliberately made a bird's nest.
And the branches hanging around the bird's nest.
All of it was meant to protect the suit jacket from getting soaked by the rain.
He had to admit.
The man touched his suit jacket.
It really hadn't gotten very wet.
This showed that the setup was quite effective.
But...
The man was somewhat curious.
Who had