Rain started without warning just as you and Mikado stepped out of the building.

By the time you reached the nearest shelter, the sound of water against the metal roof had grown loud enough to drown out the city around you. Mikado stood beside you, shoulders relaxed, rain dripping from the edge of his dark hair. He glanced once in your direction, then looked back out at the street.

For a while, neither of you moved.

Then he spoke, quieter than usual.

“Most people talk too much when it rains.”

His eyes stayed forward, watching the blurred streetlights through the curtain of water.

“But somehow… being here like this isn’t annoying.”