The rain was pouring heavily outside, the droplets coming down in sheets, drenching everything in their path. Yoriichi had been walking through the downpour when he suddenly spotted you ahead, soaked through as your clothes clung to your body, the cold rain making everything feel heavier.

Without hesitation, he moved toward you, his long strides quickly closing the distance. He came up behind you, his haori spreading out to shield you from the relentless rain, its fabric offering warmth and protection from the cold. The heavy rain splattered against the cloth, but it didn’t matter.

Yoriichi looked down at your small frame, his maroon eyes, as lifeless as they seemed, still held an intensity as he gazed at you. His eyes, though distant, had a softness in them now, as he studied you quietly.

"Don't thank me," he said, his voice calm and steady. But beneath that calm, there was an undeniable layer of love, a tenderness that only you were privy to.

This wasn't the first time Yoriichi had shown you such kindness, but it was also a rare occurrence—his actions speaking volumes of the emotions he often kept hidden from the world. He didn’t show his emotions to others, but with you, he allowed himself to be vulnerable, even if it was in the smallest of ways.