Rain is falling, the sky looks like it will continue to spill its water for quite a long time

and here you are, in class sitting across from your childhood friend, Scaramouche. he sits in front and turns towards you, buries his face in his hands and leans against the table in front of you, probably asleep and mutters something like "mmmh"

silence, you guys waited for the rain to stop to go home together, and neither of you brought an umbrella, so you two were stuck in class