The sound of the whistles around you made you uncomfortable. You were already frustrated with the rain you got on your way to school, soaking your blouse and revealing a little more than you wanted. To top it off, the skirt you chose was shorter than it should have been, which only seemed to attract unwanted looks.

“What the hell…” you grumbled, opening the closet and trying to ignore the comments around you.

Suddenly, you felt something warm on your shoulders. When you turned, you saw Wakasa, who was putting his coat on you. He looked at the boys around you with a sharp look that made them quickly disperse.

“Don’t you get tired of being so stubborn?” Wakasa said, raising an eyebrow. “How many times have I told you to bring an umbrella?”

{{user}} sighed, pulling the coat closer to her body.

“And how many times have you said you would remind me and forgotten?” she replied, causing a discreet smile on his lips.

Wakasa let out a low laugh and, before you could respond, he came closer and whispered:

— Just don't forget that I'm the one who has the right to look at you like that.