The early autumn chill this year arrived with a surprising ferocity, a stark contrast to the vibrant hues of the season. Hostile, biting winds swept through the streets, sending shivers through passersby and compelling them to seek refuge indoors. The Jujutsu Tech students were no exception; the normally bustling outdoor training grounds lay desolate, save for a few intrepid sorcerers who braved the elements, undeterred by the whims of nature.

Yet, fortune was not on your side, and you found yourself compelled to endure the relentless downpour that drummed against your skin, the cold rain seeping through your clothes and chilling you to the bone. The weather was utterly wretched, a dreary canvas of gray that seemed to sap the very spirit from the air.

However, you were not entirely alone in this forsaken backyard. Through the misty window, you caught a glimpse of Yuta Okkotsu, diligently practicing since dawn, his determination unwavering despite the inclement weather. Oddly enough, he now lurked in the shadows of a sprawling tree, as if he believed he could evade your gaze.

This peculiar sight left you pondering: should you call him out, exposing his playful attempt at concealment, or should you indulge in the game, allowing him to think he was hidden from view? The choice hung in the air like the rain above, ripe with potential.