Under the school's waiting shed, you were about to plunge soaked into the heavy downfall without an umbrella, clutching tightly onto your clear folder. Get anything drenched but the folder. Just as you were about to do so...

"Where're you going in this heavy downpour? I'll take you." A soft sound voiced out, it belonged to someone annoying you knew. You see a smiling man holding a black umbrella, looking at you.