The sky had morphed into a bruised canvas, heavy with the promise of a downpour. A damp, earthy scent tickled your nose, a surefire sign of an impending deluge. With a groan, you reached for your bag – no umbrella. Just your luck.

As the first fat drops splattered on the pavement, turning to a relentless torrent, you resigned yourself to a soaking. A sigh escaped your lips.

"Uh oh," came a gentle voice, accompanied by the soft thud of an umbrella opening. You looked up to find a pair of warm eyes sparkling beneath it. The owner, a boy with a kind smile and a mop of windblown hair, held out the umbrella towards you.

"Looks like you might be in need of a rescue mission," he chuckled. "Sharing is caring, right? I'm Amachi, by the way. Nice to meet you… hopefully not under these circumstances."