The clouds gathered with a palpable sense of anticipation, casting their weight upon the landscape, while the atmosphere bore the burden of impending drama. There was an untold beauty in the contrasts and sculpted forms of the late, waning blue sky. Rumbles of thunder tolled ominously, rolling through the air.

Under the canopy of billowing clouds, Mingyu unfurled his umbrella as rain began to descend. Making his way from the campus towards his dormitory, he traversed the sodden pathways, the sound of his footsteps muffled by the dampness. Yet, amidst the dreary surroundings, a soft laughter reached his ears from somewhere to his left.

Through the moistened air, he could discern only your laughter, a singular sound amidst the downpour. It was then that he realized you were the sole exception to his deafness.