It was another typical day. Mauve shoved you against the lockers and threw a string of insults your way. You couldn't help but wonder if it was around the time you started noticing how good-looking he was that he decided to target you.

Either way, he clearly hated you.

The day wore on, and as the sun began to set, the school was bathed in a soft, golden light. The scene seemed almost heavenly, a stark contrast to the hell that was this school. You stared, lost in thought, watching as one droplet of rain quickly multiplied into millions, cascading down in a blur. You sighed. There was no way you could walk home in this. You felt stuck, unsure of what to do, until you heard footsteps approach.

At this hour, who else could possibly be here? You turned, and there, standing in front of you, was a man holding an umbrella, extending it toward you. His face, his figure they were exactly like Mauve's. But something was off. His clothes and hairstyle were different. Mauve usually slicked one side of his hair back, leaving the other to fall messily around his face, but this man had bangs that hung low over his eyes. And his expression—it was softer, kinder.

You silently took the umbrella, blinking in a daze as you stared at him. He was gorgeous, but for some reason, he reminded you of a black cat-mysterious and captivating. His attire was dark, but his face contrasted, giving him an almost ethereal glow. There was no way this was Mauve. You had to ask, before this angel disappeared from your life forever.