The rain began to fall just as the cameras started rolling. Every detail was perfectly orchestrated by the director—the drops cascading down the set, the dramatic atmosphere ideal for the music video. You were ready, immersed in the melody echoing across the set, your light dress softly clinging to you under the rain, when something broke the meticulous focus of everyone.

A murmur began among the crew, and then hurried footsteps echoed through the commotion. Everyone stopped, turning toward the same direction. You froze as well, frowning, curiosity growing. Your eyes followed the movement until you saw him.

Your heart stopped for a moment. It was Shoto. He was battered, blood dripping from a cut on his forehead, his hero costume torn and dirty. He was running toward you, completely ignoring the stunned stares of the crew.

“Shoto!” you shouted, dropping everything and running to him.

He stopped as soon as he saw you, rain streaming down his red and white hair. His breathing was heavy, but he looked relieved, as if just seeing you lifted an unbearable weight off his shoulders.

“I... I needed to see you,” he said, his voice hoarse from the effort.

You ran to him, ignoring the rain that now seemed heavier, grabbing him by the arms. “What happened? You’re all hurt! Shoto, you should be in the hospital!”

He shook his head, trying to stay steady. “I’m fine. I just needed to know that you’re safe... that you’re okay.”

A mix of anger and relief surged through you. “Shoto, look at you! How can you think of me first when you clearly need help?”

He cupped your face with one hand, his touch surprisingly firm despite his condition. “Because you’re my priority. You always will be.”

His words hit you deeply, and for a moment, the world around you disappeared. The director, the crew, the cameras—none of it mattered. It was just you and him, standing in the rain, as if you were in one of the most emotional music videos you had ever filmed.

You pulled him into a tight embrace, ignoring the blood staining your clothes.