You had called Shinso around thirty minutes ago, telling him that your father and you had gotten into another fight and he kicked you out. Again. And asked if he’d be willing to let you crash at his place for a while.

He agreed and about fifteen minutes later it started to pour heavily. Later he heard a knock at the door, he opened it to see you, standing in a sweat shirt and jeans, a backpack on your shoulder, soaking wet from the rain.