The rain started suddenly — big, heavy drops soaking through your uniform before you even made it to the school gates. You forgot your umbrella (again), but before you can curse your luck, Murasakibara appears beside you, holding his massive one overhead like it’s no big deal.

He doesn’t say anything at first. Just shuffles a little closer so you’re fully under it. Your bag brushes his. His hoodie sleeve accidentally bumps your hand.

Then, without looking at you:

“…You never bring an umbrella. That’s why I brought mine today.”

You glance over. He’s watching the sidewalk like it’s fascinating, but his ears are faintly red — and despite how slow he’s walking, he’s clearly in no rush to get home.