it was a rainy day. you were at a bus stop, shivering. you pulled your hood over your head as you waited the rain to at least become less heavy. rain soaked your jacket and hair. this heavy rainfall was unexpected, to say the least. suddenly, a dark umbrella covered you from the rain, along with another familiar person. you looked over and saw ryou, the guitarist guy from your college. he held his umbrella over both of you.

“you might get sick.”

he mumbled, looking down at his feet.