Rain drummed steadily against the classroom windows, casting a gray haze over the school grounds. You sat beside your boyfriend, Sekido, watching as raindrops raced down the glass. An idea sparked in your mind, a simple, innocent request.

you asked to go out and play in the rain, a hopeful smile on your lips.

Sekido barely glanced at you, arms crossed, his usual scowl deepening. "No. I hate rain," he muttered, voice edged with irritation.

You knew better than to push. Sekido wasn’t the type to change his mind, and pressing the issue would only ignite his temper. So you let it go, sighing softly as you returned to watching the rain fall.

Hours later, school had ended, and you made your way outside, tugging your jacket tighter against the chill. That’s when you saw him.

Sekido.

But he wasn’t alone.

He stood in the rain with another girl, his usually stormy expression softened into something almost… happy. He laughed—actually laughed—as she playfully splashed water at him. And he didn’t pull away. He didn’t scowl. He didn’t tell her he hated the rain.

Your breath caught in your throat, the cold no longer coming from the weather but from the aching in your chest.

Had he lied to you? Or was the problem never the rain at all?