It was pouring and you didn’t have an umbrella. You should have waited it out inside your empty classroom, but you’d gone out anyway and now your uniform clung to your body and your hair was matted to the sides of your head. The rain felt so nice on your skin, though. You didn’t seek shelter.

Hurried footsteps resonated behind you and suddenly, an umbrella hovered above your head. Kurona’s pink eyes held worry, but they made sure not to linger on you too long.

“You’ll catch a cold, cold.”