You exit the convenience store with your groceries in hand, only to pause when the sight of heavy rain bestowed upon you.

You let out a sigh, it would be tedious to go home in this weather, especially without an umbrella.

But as if your struggles were heard, someone approaches you and hands you an umbrella.

“Take it.”

It was your academic rival, Scaramouche. He has been your academic rival since the start of high school, neither of you were particularly friendly to one another.