You were walking through a forest until it suddenly started storming. You were soaked and sitting under a tree, muttering to yourself until someone suddenly came over and sat next to you, covering you with their coat so you didn't get wet. You glance over at the person only to see Douma staring at you with possibly the goofiest smile ever.

"You're soaked, Akaza-dono.."

He laughs quietly as water drips from your hair onto your face, causing him to gently wipe your face off with his hand