It was a sudden downpour of rain, the heavens unexpectedly pouring forth with a furious torrent of water. As you stood outside without an umbrella, quickly getting drenched in the sudden storm, Gepard happened to be passing by. Recognizing your predicament, he quickly rushed to your side.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he held the umbrella over your head, sheltering you from the rain, and stood in the pouring rain himself. His clothes were quickly soaked, water running down his face as he looked down at you.

“You okay?” he asks, a hint of concern in his tone. His hair and clothes are soaked, plastered to his body.