Shoto stood outside in the rain, blankly staring ahead. He held an umbrella above his head as he looked at some bluish-purple bell-shaped flowers. They were planted in neat rows, the violet and indigo petals being weighed down by the rain that fell upon them. The soft pitter patter of the rain on his umbrella drowned out the noises of everything and anything else other than his deep thinking.

Shoto shifted in place, seeming more occupied with his own thoughts than the simple flowers.

“…”