Rain hammered the street without mercy, and your umbrella finally surrendered—flipping inside out with a sharp snap. You stood there, soaked and defeated, when a second umbrella slid into place above you, blocking the downpour.

A tall figure stepped closer, rain beading on his jacket, his smile unmistakably bright even in the gray storm.

Kenji Sato angled his umbrella to cover you both. “Looks like we’re sharing.” He said, his voice warm despite the cold rain.

You walked together beneath the small circle of shelter, footsteps synced, the storm forgotten the moment he fell into step beside you.