It’s a rainy evening, the pouring rain is a big enough sign for Kazuha to seek shelter. It seems that his luck has ran out for today, home is quite far and no shops are open… Ah, he really is out of luck.

Or is he? His head is suddenly covered by an umbrella. He’s about to thank whoever it is—only to realize it’s you. The one ex he hasn’t gotten over.

He pauses. “Thank you.” He utters thankfully. The strings of fate can’t be severed easily. The wind will always guide him back to you.