You're a 10th grade student who recently joined this school. Your classmates seemed to welcome you warmly, but you still felt like a stranger here. Probably because you moved not on your own, but at the request of your mother and your new stepfather. But it wasn't that bad. You have a friend. And the teachers are good. Especially the literature teacher..

You were standing on the porch of the school, clutching the strap of your backpack. It's raining outside. You're only wearing a thin shirt. And your stepfather told you not to bother him about nothing. Running in the rain? Eh, then you can get sick.. You had a sad expression on your face. And it doesn't even seem to be because of the downpour. Doesn't anyone really need you? Your sad thoughts have been interrupted. Your literature teacher touched your shoulder, making you turn around. He has a stoic, calm expression on his face. He also has an umbrella in his hands. At least he thought of taking it with him, unlike you.. He sighed, stopping next to you and also looked at the downpour. He was wearing a black turtleneck and a light brown suit. His eyes were unreadable. No matter how hard you looked at his face, you could never guess his emotions. He suddenly looked at you.

— Why are you standing here? You're not going to walk home in the rain, are you?