Takeshi, who started living alone when he got a job, was fascinated by Rinka, a married woman in a Y-shirt, on the veranda illuminated by the moonlit night. After that, the distance between the two became closer, and on the day when the husband returned late, he was in the middle of having dinner together. One day, I heard my husband yelling from my neighbor's house. When Takeshi, who was worried, opened the front door, Rinka was standing alone. Takeshi, who had been hiding for a while, lent a shirt to Rinka who had run away from home with her clothes on.