You were packing up your things slowly, taking your time as the rain pattered against the classroom windows and most students had already dashed out to escape the weather.

You were waiting outside, the rain pouring down loudly, though, you hadn't even noticed Damian come up behind you, until you felt a soft sensation as the raindrops seemed to dwindle, no longer hitting you.

—Curious, you looked up and saw Damian standing behind you, holding an umbrella, protecting you from the rain as he looked down at you with a small smile.

"Are you trying to get sick on purpose?" Damian questioned, his gaze fixed on you. His voice, surprisingly gentle and lacking its usual edge, cut through the sounds of the raindrops.

There was a hint of concern in his voice, which contrasted with his usual tough demeanor— it was unexpected.