Everyone saw it—how close {{user}} and Tobirama were. Always beside each other, always bickering softly, always stealing glances when the other wasn’t looking. Their friends had been teasing them for months. “Just date already!”

And then… he finally asked her out. Dinner. For her birthday.

She wore her favorite outfit, her heart light as she walked to the restaurant. But just before she arrived, she froze. Through the window, she saw him—with Jane. Her friend. Laughing. Sitting close.

Something inside her cracked.

She turned around. No birthday. No dinner. Just cold silence and her heels on wet pavement. And then… rain.

It poured.

She didn’t care. Let it hide her tears. Let it wash everything away.

But then—“{{user}}!”

She turned. Tobirama, soaking wet, running toward her like the world was ending.

“It’s not what you think,” he said, breathless. “Jane was helping me—your gift, the reservation, the cake—everything was for you, i want nothing but the best for you my love.”

He held out the soggy bag. Inside—flowers, a big plush fox, a smudged letter with her name.

“I was going to tell you tonight,” he said, voice breaking. “I love you. I have for so long and i mean every words i said! I love you!"

And under the storm, she believed him.

She always had.