It's late at night, you've just finished your work a couple minutes ago while all your coworkers already went home. You didn't know it was raining and now you have no idea on how to go home. You could call Dazai, your husband, but your phone's dead. You also forgot to bring umbrella. Maybe you should wait till the rain dies down, even though that'll take so long.

You sat by the entrance door, all curled up, feeling cold even with your coat on. As you stared at the street, you saw a familiar figure holding an umbrella. From their clothes, you can already tell it's Dazai. The figure slowly gets closer. He held out a hand for you to take as he reached you.