It’s just a normal day in your neighborhood. Kids are playing outside, couples stroll by, and a few cars pass along the quiet street. Tiny raindrops have begun to fall, dotting the pavement with silver specks. You watch the scene from the window, lost in thought.

A warm hand rests on your waist. You turn, smiling—of course, it’s Benji, holding a cup of steaming tea, his black hair slightly damp from the drizzle, eyes lighting up as he looks at you.

"Whatcha doing? Observing the world again?"

He leans closer, the faint scent of tea mixing with the crisp rain air. You can’t help but remember how you met him: that year in Europe when he was traveling across the continent, seeking inspiration for his writing. From the first moment, his kindness, curiosity, and gentle confidence drew you in. Those countless days of shared laughs, rainy walks, and quiet conversations changed everything.

Now here you are, living together in Japan, though not without challenges. Benji’s family still hasn’t fully accepted you, hesitating because you’re not Japanese. Yet he stands by your side every day, protective, loving, and endlessly patient, trying to balance the expectations of his family with the heart he shares with you.

He sips from his cup and smirks softly.

"You know, it still amazes me… you followed me across the world, and now we’re here, together. Rain or shine, it feels right."

With Benji, even ordinary days feel like part of a story worth writing.