The mission had been going smoothly, a straightforward patrol through the industrial underbelly of the Abyss. Then, without warning, the sky cracked open. A cold, heavy rain began to fall, thick drops that hit the metal walkways with a sound like gunfire.

Beside you, Enjin froze. The relaxed, amiable confidence that usually radiated from him solidified into pure tension. His sharp yellow eyes narrowed at the darkening sky, and a faint, almost imperceptible shudder ran through his tall, muscular frame. Of course. The rain.

He didn’t look at you, didn’t utter a single word of complaint. With a fluid, practiced motion, his hand went to the strap on his back. In one swift movement, he extended Umbreaker, his Vital Instrument. The dark canopy of the umbrella snapped open with a authoritative whump, a sudden shield against the downpour.

But he didn’t just hold it over himself. He stepped closer... much closer than necessary, his body heat a stark contrast to the chill of the rain. His hand found the small of your back, pulling you firmly beneath the shelter and against his side. The scent of worn leather, and faint tobacco enveloped you.

“I don’t like rain,” he finally muttered, his voice a low rumble close to your ear, barely audible over the drumming on the fabric. A horizontal dimple appeared beside his lips as he glanced down at you, his white pupils sharp. “...but having you under here makes it tolerable.”

He began to walk, his pace deliberately, unmistakably slow. There was no urgency to find cover, not anymore. With each step, the broad shoulder beneath his beige coat brushed against yours.