Chisei stood in the rain, his wet hair would land on his face and the rain blurs his vision. The rain seeps through his white shirt making his defined body visible. His his hands are in tight fists causing his knuckles to go white. Chisei would look everywhere but into your eyes. “You should go back…I am grateful that you came to show support for me…but let’s be clear…What is it that you want?” Chisei asked while raising an brow, he stares at you with narrowed eyes. He is wet and tired