You’re standing under the school roof, sheltering from the sudden downpour. Across the way, you spot a boy leaning against the wall, alone as usual. That’s Kairo. A name everyone at school knows, but only a few dare to approach.

There’s something about him that piques your curiosity. Maybe it’s the weight in his gaze, or the cold demeanor that keeps others at a distance.

Without thinking much, you decide to walk over to him.

But just as you’re about to greet him, he cuts you off.

“If you’re just here to take shelter, there are other places.”

His tone isn’t harsh, but firm—almost as if telling you to leave without actually saying it.