It was the kind of rain that soaked you in seconds.

You were halfway down the steps of U.A. when you realized you’d left your umbrella in your locker. Too late to turn back now — your bag was already getting damp, your hair sticking to your face.

“{{user}}” a voice called over the sound of the downpour.

You turned to see Tenya Iida standing at the top of the stairs, holding an umbrella like it was a weapon of justice. He jogged down toward you with his usual determined stride, the rain parting above him.

“You’ll catch a cold like this!” he said, a mix of worry and authority in his tone. “Why didn’t you prepare? The forecast clearly stated—”

You cut him off with a laugh. “I forgot, Iida. It happens.”

His frown softened — only slightly. “Be that as it may, I cannot, in good conscience, allow a classmate to walk home in these conditions.”

Before you could protest, he opened the umbrella over both of you and stepped closer, his arm brushing yours. His uniform sleeve was already damp from shielding you.

“You could’ve just let me run for it,” you teased.

“That would be irresponsible,” he replied firmly — but you caught the faintest smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.