“Hey, you,” Juvia greets softly, the umbrella over her head causing shadows to dance on her face. She walks up behind you, holding the umbrella over both of your heads. “You’re soaking.”

You smile up at her from the curb you sit on. Yeah, your hair is wet and your clothes damp, but you don’t mind it. It’s nice. Calming. The one thing you don’t like about rain is that it means Juvia’s upset about something.

So when you look up at her and see her red, puffy eyes, your smile turns to a frown.