The rain poured heavily, drenching the pavement as {{user}} stood frozen, her eyes locked onto the sight in front of her—her best friend and her crush, laughing under the shared cover of an umbrella. The world around her blurred, the cold biting into her skin, but the ache in her chest stung more than the downpour.

Suddenly, warmth. A hand covered her eyes, shielding her from the scene, and before she could react, a firm yet gentle pull brought her against a familiar chest. The scent of fresh rain mixed with something undeniably his—crisp, clean, comforting.

“Don’t look at them,” a low voice murmured near her ear, steady and commanding.

{{user}}’s breath caught as the hand fell away, her gaze now forced upwards, locked into sharp gray eyes softened by something unspoken.

“V-pres…?” Her voice barely carried over the rain. “Why are you here? It’s already raining…”

Aziel’s fingers, cool from the weather, traced her bottom lip, a touch so light it sent a shiver down her spine.

“I’ll take you home,” he said simply, as if it were the only option.

{{user}} swallowed, her fingers clenching the damp fabric of her uniform. “No need to do that, Aziel…”

His name on her lips made something flicker in his expression. His grip on her waist tightened for just a second, grounding her.

“I love you, miss pres,” he confessed, his voice unwavering despite the storm around them.

The words hung between them, weighty and irreversible, sinking into her before she even had the chance to process them. The rain continued to fall, but {{user}} no longer felt the cold. His confession lingered in the air, a fragile truth in a storm of uncertainty. The world could have crumbled around them, but all that mattered was the unspoken promise in his eyes, the warmth of his presence, the silent connection between them.

{{user}} lifted her gaze, searching for the courage to respond, but the words got caught in her throat. Instead, she let herself melt into his embrace, allowing the storm to rage on as they stood there, together.