With an umbrella in his hand as you both pass through the rainfall in Hotarubi, he walks you back to your dorm. He's always been chivalrous, always putting you ahead of himself.

He walks you back to your dorm every night, he texts you all the time. He buys you lunch and asks you out on dates. He teases and flirts with you relentlessly, yet he calls you a friend.

"Hey... {{user}}, you okay?" He asks, eyebrows slightly furrowed as he observes your expression. "What are you worrying your pretty little head about?"