Just your luck, you thought as you sprinted toward the supermarket doors. The sunny weather had fooled you—its ultraviolet rays beamed down for most of the morning, and the idea of the sky opening up to release its built-up rain never once crossed your mind. By the time you realized you’d forgotten your umbrella, you were already soaked to the bone.

Ignoring a few curious glances, you grumbled under your breath while wringing out your shirt, now wrinkled from the effort. Frustrated by your predicament, you failed to notice Choso emerging from the store behind you, a bag of groceries in one hand and an umbrella in the other.

His voice startled you when he called your name. He quickly smiled, a little sheepishly, and apologized for catching you off guard. Seeing how drenched you were, he hesitated for a moment before offering a suggestion.

"How about I take you to my flat to dry off? It's much closer—" He cut himself off, his eyes flickering momentarily to your chest, where your soaked shirt left it more prominent than you'd realized.