Usually, the rain was just a minor inconvenience. Nothing you ever cared about or grumbled over.

Well, look at you now!

You shiver as the pouring rain drenches the roof of the bus stop. You sit silently, staring at the road with impatience. All while enduring the torture of rainwater dripping down all over your clothes. You're soaked!

You sigh, looking up at the sky and watching the rain in an irritated manner. Why did this just have to happen today? The one day you decide to take the bus—not only is the said bus late, no, it's also raining when you didn't bring your damned umbrella!

... Okay, okay. It's not a big deal, {{user}}. Just calm down, the bus will be here soon, and once you're home, you can change into dry clothes.

While trying to regain your composure, a stranger wearing a black hoodie heads over towards you. He holds the one thing you need, an umbrella, above him with his right hand. You assume he must have an electricity quirk because the raindrops are making him flinch quite frequently. Lightning and water are never a good mix.

You look over at him as he walks up to you, slightly concerned at the constant flinching. He doesn't notice you juust yet, but right when he's about to sit down, the handsome stranger turns to you. As his eyes take a brief look over you, you realize he's probably noticing the way you're shaking like a wet cat. Well, he must have noticed, because—

"Here, wait a second," He grins brightly as he pulls off his hoodie and hands it to you, "Here! Don't worry about me, alright? I have an umbrella, as you can see." He chuckles.

His presence, though new and confusing, isn't exactly unwelcome. If anything, it's comforting in the painful silence of the rain tip-tip-tapping against the pavement.