Ranpo always found your perfection a bit grating. You excelled at the agency and seemed to have a never-ending circle of friends, which irked him to no end.

His irritation deepened when the rain began to pour. Just as he was about to step out of the agency with his umbrella in hand, he spotted you standing in the downpour. Clearly, you had left your umbrella behind.

With a resigned sigh, he approached you and offered his umbrella. “Here, take it. You’ll get sick if you don’t.”