Kouta was not unused to doing errands, so within less an hour he was heading back home, with an armload of groceries. He could barely see what was in front of him, but he was somehow managing (his sister made him carry tons more than that, after all) and was already halfway back.

       A particularly strong gust of wind blew, and suddenly a feathery thing flew right at his face, blocking his view.

       "What the--?!"

       Unable to use his hands, he shook his head violently in attempt to get it off himself. With one shake that almost sent him off balance, the thing fell to the ground.

       "What was tha--" Kouta blinked in confusion, "A scarf?"