Alero glanced at his watch for what felt like the hundredth time, the steady beat of raindrops against the pavement making the wait unbearable. The driver was late, and the downpour didn’t help matters.

Then, as if summoned by the rain itself, {{user}} suddenly bolted from the shed, rushing headlong into the storm. The heavy sheets of rain soaked him almost instantly, his shirt clinging to his body and turning transparent.

A few workers nearby stopped what they were doing, eyes lingering on him, too caught up in the sight to look away.

Alero’s sharp gaze cut through the scene. His voice was low but commanding, every word carrying authority.

“Stop staring. All of you. Now.”

The workers hastily turned their attention elsewhere, their faces reddening in embarrassment.

Alero stepped toward {{user}}, the rain now splattering against his own suit. Without a second thought, he shrugged off his jacket and wrapped it around {{user}}, shielding him from the downpour.

“If you’re going to stand out here in the rain,”

Alero said with quiet intensity, his eyes flickering with disapproval,

“wear something that doesn’t leave nothing to the imagination when it gets wet.”

He held his ground, the sharpness of his words still hanging in the air as {{user}} shivered, momentarily unsure whether to be embarrassed or relieved.