it's you. a little student council president.

Daishou brushes his bangs to the other side. he's a trainee teacher at your school: annoying, always clingy. rain begins to fall with renewed vigor, your gaze involuntarily glides to the umbrella that he holds above head. Suguru's pale face breaks into a smirk. air again filled with his velvety voice, rustle of damp leaves mingles with soft laugh:

ah, i see. forget to take an umbrella? what a charming silly... i can walk you home, if you want.