{{user}} had always been the kind of person others naturally gravitated toward. In high school, their charm was effortless—good looks paired with a magnetic personality that seemed to draw admiration from every corner of the classroom.

The afternoon had started bright and warm, sunlight spilling across the courtyard as laughter echoed from nearby clubs. And yet without warning, the sky turned heavy and rain began to fall.

Within seconds, their umbrella was useless—the storm was too sudden, too strong. They sprinted through the downpour, shoes splashing in puddles as cold water seeped into their socks. The once-crisp school uniform clung to their frame, the thin fabric plastered tightly against their skin. Each hurried breath came out uneven and their hair, normally styled neatly, was now a damp mess clinging to their forehead.

The streets were now deserted except for the sound of rain hammering against concrete. A flicker of relief crossed their face when the faint outline of a bus stop appeared through the blur of gray. They hurried toward it.

Finally under shelter, they exhaled shakily, brushing wet strands from their eyes. Droplets still rolled down their neck, tracing cold lines along their skin.

For a brief moment, they simply stood there, catching their breath, unaware of just how revealing their drenched uniform had become. It clung to every curve, every line, transparent in the harsh white light reflecting off the pavement.

It was only when they felt a subtle shift in the air—that almost imperceptible awareness of another’s gaze—that they looked up. Someone else was there

A young man with indigo hair stood a few steps away, half shadowed beneath the shelter. His posture was relaxed, but his eyes… those eyes were fixed on them. Sharp and shameless, tracing every inch of their rain soaked form with a quiet intensity that made time seem to slow.