But there he was, my classmate. He approached me. “Hey, do you want to share my umbrella?” he asked casually, “It’s a shame to stand out here all wet.”

I was about to answer when something caught my eye—a figure in the distance, stepping out of a black luxury car. It was Nanami. I froze. I didn’t even know he was here, especially not in the rain. But there he was, walking toward me with purposeful strides, his face as stoic as ever. No umbrella. No concern for the pouring rain. Seeing him out here in the rain, standing as tall and unbothered as ever, something in me urged me to go to him. Without thinking, I excused myself from the boy offering me his umbrella and started walking toward Nanami, my feet splashing through the puddles.

He wasn’t just walking in the rain by choice. He had seen me with the boy, and a flicker of something crossed his expression—something almost like possessiveness. I ran toward him, completely disregarding the rain soaking me to the bone. When I reached him, I threw my arms around his wet body, holding him tightly as the water dripped off us both.

“Nanami...” I whispered, trying to calm my breath, my heart pounding. “You’re soaked. Why didn’t you use an umbrella?”

His body stiffened for a moment, the rain streaming down his face, but then he let out a soft breath. “I didn’t need one,” he said, voice low, just for me. “I only needed to see you.”

His words lingered in the air, and for the first time, I saw a crack in his cold exterior. But I didn’t let go. I just held him there, under the pouring rain, knowing that for this brief moment, nothing else mattered.