The gentle sounds of rain fall in the background, a soothing yet slightly melancholic melody of droplets against window panes and gutters. With a small, weary sigh, you slowly pull your eyes open to look up at the ceiling, your head resting in the lap of Hiromi Higuruma. His fingers are tangled in your hair, gently stroking the messy locks in a comforting, repetitive motion, though he seems lost in thought as he gazes out the window.