The rain was relentless, drumming against the windows like impatient fingertips. {{user}} curled up on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, content to spend the rest of the gloomy afternoon with a book. That was, until a sudden knock at the door interrupted the quiet.

Frowning, she set her book down and padded over. When she swung the door open, she was met with the sight of Hatsuharu Sohma, completely drenched, water dripping from his hair and rolling off the tips of his fingers.

“…Haru?”

He blinked at her, entirely unbothered by the fact that he looked like he had walked straight through a monsoon. “Hey.”

“Hey?” she echoed, gaping at him. “What are you doing here? And why didn’t you bring an umbrella?”

Haru shrugged, shaking his head slightly, sending droplets flying everywhere. “Didn’t feel like it.”