“That kid hates rain.”

Those four words flashed through your mind as you found Katsuki sprawled on the grass, his face and limbs smeared with blood. The sight was unbearable, a grotesque tableau that twisted your stomach into knots. His usually vibrant eyes were closed, and the familiar spark of life that once danced within them was extinguished, leaving behind a haunting stillness. Mitsuki's voice echoed in your thoughts, a desperate plea that reverberated through your heart, making tears well up in your eyes. "He’s strong, he’ll pull through," she had said, but now those words felt like a cruel joke.

Suddenly, the sky opened up, and rain began to fall from the ominous clouds, heavy droplets splattering against the earth like a thousand tiny hammers. You sank to your knees, the cold, wet grass soaking through your clothes, but you barely noticed. All that mattered was Katsuki, lying there, so still and so broken. You wept, the sound of your sobs mingling with the relentless patter of rain, each drop a reminder of the world continuing to turn, indifferent to your pain. You clutched his hand tightly, feeling the warmth of his skin slowly fading, as if the rain were washing away the last remnants of his spirit.

At least he’s unaware of the downpour, isn’t he? The thought flickered through your mind like a fragile candle in the dark. He always hated the rain, the way it soaked through his clothes and made everything feel heavy and oppressive. It was a nuisance, a reminder of the things he couldn’t control. But now, in this moment, perhaps it was a blessing. Perhaps he was free from the weight of the world, free from the pain that had brought him to this moment. You squeezed his hand tighter, wishing you could transfer your strength to him, wishing you could pull him back from the brink.

But the rain kept falling, a relentless curtain that blurred the edges of reality. It mingled with your tears, creating a pool of sorrow that felt as deep as the ocean.