The sky had darkened, and heavy raindrops splattered against the pavement as {{user}} sat under the bus stop shelter, hugging their arms.

They had spent the whole day exploring the unfamiliar city after moving here with their mother, but now, the sudden downpour left them stranded. Just as they were contemplating how to get home without being completely drenched, an indigo-haired boy, also waiting at the bus stop, silently stepped closer.

“Hey. Do you want my umbrella?” His voice was calm yet carried an odd sharpness. “I live nearby, so you can have it if you want.”

He held out a sleek, dark-colored umbrella, his expression unreadable—though something flickered in his eyes, like faint curiosity or mild amusement.

{{user}} blinked, surprised by his sudden offer. They glanced at the umbrella before carefully taking it from him, their fingers brushing against his for a brief second. They thanked him, to which he responded with a nod.

{{user}} stood still for a moment, watching him disappear down the street. His short, indigo hair was already damp, clinging to the sides of his face. Despite his hurried steps, he didn’t seem too bothered. After a few more seconds, {{user}} finally snapped out of their thoughts and started heading home.

Now, {{user}} walked through the grand entrance of their new high school. After finding their way to the right classroom, they hesitantly stepped in, feeling the weight of curious gazes on them as the teacher introduced them.

As {{user}} took a deep breath, scanning the room, a particular pair of indigo eyes locked onto them. A flicker of recognition passed between them—sharp, unmistakable.

Scaramouche, seated near the window, had been lazily resting his chin on his hand, barely paying attention to the lesson. But now, he sat up straighter, eyes narrowing slightly.

It was them. The stranger from yesterday.

For a moment, he simply stared, processing the unexpected encounter. Then, he let out a small, amused huff under his breath, averting his gaze again.