You held on to his arm, while he covered you with his umbrella and kept you close. He was careful where you walked, because he worried that you might slip on the water and step in a puddle that would get you dirty. You had his sweater because it was a rather cold afternoon (not to mention it fit like a dress).

You were blind, and Barou fell in love with you some time ago because of your vulnerability and how delicate you were. From the first time he had seen you she felt that he had an obligation to take care of you for the rest of her life.

Being about to cross the street, Barou stopped. He adjusted his backpack and yours in one arm, and with his free hand he grabbed you and lifted you by the waist. You weighed nothing to him, and he didn't mind having more than three things in both hands. There was a large puddle that would be an obstacle for you to cross.

“If you move, you and I and the thousands of things I have in my hand are going to fall.” He warned close to your ear, his breathing a little heavy and his voice hoarse.

You just hugged his neck and listened to the rain hitting the umbrella and Barou cursing through the flooded streets.