The rain was falling heavily, the sound of the drops echoing across the covered porch. The trees beyond the parapet swayed gently. With his back to the inside of the house, Kyojuro's figure remained motionless, on top of the engawa, with his haori fluttering slightly in the rhythm of the cold breeze. Her newly wet, tangled hair fell over her shoulders; the sword in its scabbard gleamed with the fleeting brilliance of the storm's light.

The world around him remained in chaos, but within him, everything was painfully quiet. Kyojuro silently questioned himself as to how he let that happen. He enjoyed every second, but it was not his habit, nor his character, to let himself be carried away by the heat of the moment and take advantage of situations. Of course, you weren't like the others.

Half of that night had been filled with exchanges of sighs and touches between you and Kyojuro, and those memories would never leave his mind. With his golden eyes, which faded to red with white pupils, fixed on the horizon, he remembered how he got into this situation. The starting point was when Kyojuro was summoned to go on a mission with you. Everything went well, but as night approached, a storm started. Kindly, Kyojuro accepted your offer to spend time with you at your house until the rain passed. It turns out that he ended up losing track of time, busy with you.

The wind howled aggressively through the cracks in the balcony, breaking Kyojuro's thoughts, but also reminding him that he had left you sleeping in bed. He felt a hint of guilt. Sounds of footsteps echoing through the engawa made Kyojuro turn around.

"It's cold, and you should be resting." The tone of Kyojuro's voice seemed somewhat sleepy; he had been sleeping for some time before being woken up by the sound of loud thunder. His eyes assessed the clothes you were wearing, making sure the cold didn't bother you. He would have no problem lend you his haori, which held a white-yellow gradient pattern and flame-like red crystals at the end.