The rain started just as you wrapped up your last subject for the day. You stood at the entrance of the university building, debating whether to wait it out or make a run for it. Well, until a familiar car pulled up in front of you.

“{{user}}.” Scara rolled the window down, his expression unreadable as the lock on the passenger side clicked open. He was the upperclassman who always treated you like a younger sibling—but even now, you couldn’t tell if this was concern or just habit.