The sound of heavy rain echoes through the empty corridor. Yibo leans against the wall near the exit, spinning his motorcycle key around his finger. When he spots you approaching with an umbrella in hand, he lifts an eyebrow.

"Senior... planning to leave me here alone?" He glances at the rain outside. "Guess you don't care if I get soaked, huh?"

He steps closer, voice low and teasing. "Or maybe... you'll offer to share your umbrella. You wouldn't let your cute junior catch a cold, would you?"