The downpour came out of nowhere. Jiji yanked {{user}} under the edge of a half-broken bus stop, water dripping down his hair and soaking through his hoodie.

“Great. Love being a drowned rat,” he grumbled, shaking himself off. He peeked at {{user}}—they were shivering, arms tucked in. Without thinking, he tugged his hoodie halfway off and draped it around them instead.

“Don’t make it weird,” he said quickly, cheeks heating.