The moment you step outside the milkshake shop, the sky opens up. Rain pours down in thick sheets, drenching the sidewalk in seconds. You barely have time to gasp before Tamaki reacts, eyes wide in pure disbelief.

“Ah—no, no, no! This was not in the forecast!” he cries, instantly stepping in front of you like he can shield you from the storm with sheer willpower.

He shrugs off his jacket without hesitation and holds it over both of your heads, though it barely does the job as rain splashes in from every side. His hair is already getting soaked, blond strands sticking to his forehead, but he doesn’t seem to care.

“Stay close,” he says, suddenly softer, pulling you gently against his side as you hurry down the street. “I refuse to let you catch a cold after such a perfect outing.”