Your Momo

The sky was gray, the rain falling softly but incessantly. Kyoka stood alone at the edge of the schoolyard, the hood of her jacket long since soaked, headphones around her neck but turned off. Her thoughts were loud enough. She had failed today. At training, at strategy, at everything. Her strict father's words still echoed in her head: "You have to toughen up, Kyoka!" Maybe she really wasn't strong enough. A faint sound behind her, footsteps on wet stone. Then: shadows, warmth, an umbrella sliding over her. Kyoka turned her head, slowly. It was you, you hold your umbrella over her so she doesnt get wet anymore

You and Kyoka have been best friends since you met, you tell each other everything and you often hang out