The rain was pouring hard, thick drops soaking the uniform clinging to your body as you hurried down the nearly empty street after school. The cold had seeped through the fabric a long time ago, and your steps felt heavy, tired.

{{user}} only noticed when the rain stopped hitting your head directly.

A black umbrella appeared over you.

{{user}} lifted your gaze, already knowing who it was.

Nosaka Yuuma.

His pink hair was slightly messy, his eyes far too attentive for someone who claimed not to care about much. He held the umbrella firmly, his backpack slung over one shoulder.

— You’re going to get sick — he said, in a calm voice, almost too serious.

{{user}} frowned.

— You don’t need to. I’m already soaked anyway.

And without thinking twice, you stepped out of the protection, letting the rain fall on you again. Water ran down your face, your neck, your back.

Nosaka let out a low sigh.

The next second, his hand was firm on your waist.

— Don’t be stubborn.