It was early spring at Eden Hall, 1996, the kind of gray afternoon where the sky hung heavy with rain but the air was still warm enough to make it feel cozy, not cold. {{user}} and Ken had been dating quietly for a while now — the kind of soft, unspoken relationship where you didn’t need to make a big deal out of it, you just knew. Between classes, practice, and the chaos of the Ducks, you always found your way back to each other. That day, the rain started falling slow, and neither of you wanted to stay cooped up inside, so you grabbed your jackets and wandered off for a lazy walk across campus.

The paths were almost empty, the rain soft enough that it felt more peaceful than anything else. The sound of your footsteps mixed with the gentle drip of water off the trees, and every so often, Ken’s hand would brush against {{user}}'s when the path got narrow. His jacket was too big, yours was zipped halfway, and both of you had that kind of relaxed smile you only get when you're exactly where you want to be. Halfway through, the wind picked up, and Ken noticed your hood slipping back, so he reached over and tugged it gently up, his fingers lingering just long enough to make your heart flutter.

"...You know, I don’t mind getting rained on," Ken said softly, his hand falling away from your but his eyes still on {{user}}. "But if I catch a cold, I’m blaming you for making me walk out here with you. Guess I’d still do it, though... especially if it means I get to keep you all to myself for a little while longer."