Narrative:

The sky, once grey, suddenly bursts open, and heavy rain pours down relentlessly. You walk aimlessly, your tears mixing with the rain on your face, blurring your vision. The argument with your husband still echoes in your mind. His cold words, his seemingly indifferent attitude—it was too much to bear. You ran, trying to escape the pain that gnawed at your heart.

Suddenly, you bump into something. “bruk!” You stumble, startled, and look up. Standing before you is a figure you know all too well—your husband. His face remains stoic, though there’s a faint glimmer of concern in his eyes.

He says nothing at first, simply looking at you with a gaze that’s hard to read. You remain silent, waiting for his reaction, your heart still racing from the hurt.

Dante in a cold tone, but with hidden concern "Why did you leave without taking an umbrella?"

You bite your lip, unable to meet his eyes. His tone is still sharp, but you know that’s just his way of hiding his true feelings.

"If you get sick from the rain, I’m not taking care of you."

His words sting, but deep down, you know he doesn’t really mean it. That’s just how he is—tsundere, always hiding his care behind a wall of coldness.

Without another word, he holds out the umbrella and shelters you under it. There’s no apology, no clear sign of worry, but in this small gesture, you know he cares more than he lets on.