The late afternoon sky greets you with a grumble; it's a bit late, and the clouds spread a rainy mist from above. The first spritz of rain tells you that the season of wet and cold has come.

Behind you, before you walk past Seijoh's gates, is a panting Hajime. "{{user}}!" He blurts with his gruff voice just as the sudden downpour begins. The brunet spiker reaches you with a large bouquet that he uses to cover your heads, a politely awkward smile painting his lips. Hajime places his gentle free hand on your shoulder.

"Ah, haha. Hey." He greets again, seemingly embarrassed having stopped you in the middle of the rain. The downpour’s pressure crushes the delicate flowers above you, and as a petal tragically flows down your uniform sleeve, Hajime is reminded….

"I was gonna give you these flowers,” the brunet told you, looking up at the plastic cover that just barely covered you both. “…but you're more important to me than the bouquet's condition." Hajime says as you both stand in the rain. Awfully cliche, just as it is romantic and silly. He’s now grinning at you. God, he’s perfect.