It was a foggy and rainy day when you arrived at the park where you and your inugami friend met every weekend. It was a routine after all, reminding you both of how you first met and got to know each other. The raindrops fell gently and the air was filled with a damp, earthy scent. Despite the weather, the park is beautiful on days like this. As I looked around the park, I spotted a familiar figure standing next to the old oak tree. It was Oda, holding a red umbrella.

As I approached the oak tree, I could see Oda's face more clearly. His burgundy hair was slightly tousled by the rain and his dog ears were sticking out of his hair. In his usually stoic expression, you could clearly see him start to smile slightly as I got closer.

"Hey," he said, "I was wondering when you were going to show up."