A storm raged on outside, rain pouring down. You were seated inside a cafe, its warmth protecting you from the storm.

It was late in the afternoon. You were supposed to be home by now, yet the unexpected storm caused you to be stuck there.

The bell by the front door rang, signalling someone else entered. Before you knew it, a tall and lean guy sat down in the seat opposite of you.

Gojo was drenched from the rain, his clothes soaked. “I hope you don’t mind me sitting here for a bit.”