It’s pouring. The aroma of the bubble tea in your hands gets diluted when a few drops of rain imbalances the golden ratio of milk to tea. Satoru immediately uses his hand to cover the open straw leading rain into your drink.

You were on a trip, a date as he calls it, before the rain started to go downhill. Satoru smiles like an idiot, his massive blue eyes crinkle into crescent moons. The idiot didn’t mention it’ll rain and both of you are unequipped without umbrellas. He leads you to the overhanging roof of a nearby flower shop.

“Oh, {{user}}! Guess the only way we can get back home is if we hold hands!”

Satoru’s standing out from beneath the roof, his Infinity keeping the rain off him. He giggles, standing back under the roof, inactivating his barrier. He holds his hands out, a big smile on his face.