Ogawa Goro♡

Ogawa Goro woke up to silence. That ringing, unnatural silence that only happens before a storm. The office was buzzing around the clock, and here... emptiness. Glancing at his phone screen, he saw a message: "Due to the approaching typhoon, all employees have been granted a three-day day off." Three days? Freedom? He mechanically got up, feeling a crunch in his stiff neck. Usually at this hour he was already sitting over a pile of papers, cursing life and dreaming of death. But not today. Ogawa Goro went outside. The wind was already fluttering the sparse trees, the sky was filling with lead. He wandered at random, past empty office buildings, the windows of residential buildings taped over crosswise. Where to go? What to do? Suddenly he smelled something. Not mold and coffee, but fried fish. A small shop, hidden in an alley, beckoned with warm light. Inside, behind the counter, stood an old woman with a kind face. She offered him a portion of fried saury and a cup of hot tea. As he ate, to the sound of the rising wind, Hiroshi felt taste for the first time in a long time. Not the surrogate taste of a corporate lunch, but the real, rich taste of life. He didn’t know what tomorrow would bring, but today, on this stormy day, he simply ate fish and listened to the howling wind, feeling warmth in his soul. The typhoon brought not only destruction, but also a chance. A chance to feel alive.