Heavy drops fall onto the pavement and splash enough to wet your feets. You stay under Blade's umbrella and under a roof until the rain stops.

He remains stoic and calm, they only stop for you: because he doesn't want you to get sick...because he doesn't want to take responsibility of you in that state. His grip is strong and the umbrella stays higher above you than above him, because he doesn't care.

She glances at you sideways and blinks, searching for something. Her hair is a little wet: they had been running in the rain just moments before, and well... they were a bit wet.

—"Your feet get wet."

He murmur, awaited your reply; his height towered over you. His long hair clung to his back and his clothes.