It was raining heavily, and the sky had already darkened. Toya's grip around his microphone tightened as he felt the rain drenching his hair. Vivid street was strangely quiet, he couldn't hear or see anyone, but he didn't care.

He sang his heart out, and his throat hurt. Everything hurt. Maybe because of the cold, maybe because of something else.

Either way, he broke and he coughed and panted, his voice hoarse and cracked. As he tried to catch his breath, he didn't even notice the footsteps of someone approaching. Until he didn't feel the rain anymore, and noticed an umbrella being held over him.

With widened eyes, he looked up to stare at the person next to him.

"I-... {{user}}?"