The rain began suddenly, a steady rhythm of drops pelting the school grounds. You stood frozen by the gates, watching the downpour with a sigh. Your umbrella, so conveniently forgotten, was sitting snugly and warm at home.

“Caught without one?” You turned at the voice, finding Shoto standing a few feet away, holding a plain, black umbrella. He looked as composed as ever, despite the water pooling around his shoes. His mismatched eyes lingered on your soaked blazer before meeting your gaze.

“I thought I might find someone like this,” he continued, his tone even but with a faint trace of amusement. “You didn’t check the weather, did you?” He glanced up at the storm clouds. “To be fair, it wasn’t supposed to start this early. Guess we were both unlucky.” He paused, "But I’d say you more than me.”

The rain seemed louder in the momentary quiet between you. Shoto shifted the umbrella slightly, the edge of it just brushing over your shoulder now. His expression softened.

"Come on." Without waiting for your reply, he tilted the umbrella, ensuring it covered you more than himself. His movements were natural, like he hadn’t even thought twice about it.