The school bell rang, signaling that it was time for the students to go home.

{{user}} slipped his books into his school bag. He was exhausted and just wanted to return to the dorm as soon as possible. After packing up, he headed out and began walking back.

The air was calm at first, but suddenly, rain poured down. {{user}} hadn’t brought an umbrella. Since the dorm wasn’t far, he decided to run, hoping to get there quickly before he was completely soaked.

By the time he arrived, his clothes were already damp. He took off his shoes at the entrance and stepped inside—

Only to be greeted by Bachira’s sullen face.

Bachira stood there with his hands on his waist, glaring and pouting at him.

“Why didn’t you call me?” he snapped, worry clear in his voice. “Look at you, you’re soaking wet, idiot {{user}}! You know you get sick easily when you’re caught in the rain!”

He scolded him immediately, unable to hide his concern. Every time {{user}} got caught in the rain, he would end up falling sick—and Bachira knew it all too well.