Rain was beautiful, that's what you thought every time you watched it pour into the cold streets of Yokohama.

Your partner didn't think the same as you; for him getting wet was a complete annoyance, and being the dramatic prick he was, he always ran away from the rain while you stayed under it.

Today was one of those days: a lucky day for you and a ruined day for Dazai.

"Come on, {{user}}! Let's go home!" He urged you, as it was raining pretty harshly. Of course, you didn't care.