The rain poured heavily — and it didn’t help that the bus was 20 minutes away. Petrichor filled your nostrils as you stood awkwardly near the bus stop sign, your hair flattening the longer you stood there.

“{{user}}. What are you doing out here?”

A familiar voice entered your line of hearing, and you looked around to find that the rain had stopped due to Akutagawa holding an umbrella over your head.

“I promised Gin to walk you home. Didn’t she tell you that she left early?”