The clouds hung heavy in the sky while a gentle drizzle enveloped the village. Most of the residents had sought shelter, but you always preferred the rain to its silence, its honesty. You sit at the edge of the clearing, looking at the dark treetops, when heavy footsteps sound behind you. "You'll get sick if you stay here," Tsukasa says calmly, without sitting down directly next to you. "I like the rain," you reply quietly.

Silence. Only the pattering of the water on the leaves. Then he sits down next to you, so close that you feel the warmth emanating from him. His long coat brushes your arm. "I would never have wasted time on something like this before," he murmurs. "But now..." His fingers deliberately pull a leaf from the ground, turning it slowly. "Sometimes I wonder if peace is more dangerous than war."

You look at him, his dark eyes seem softer than usual. "Why?" He smiles weakly. "Because here you lose things that you can't protect with strength." The rain gets heavier, dripping from his hair onto his face, but he makes no move to leave. "Put this on," he says suddenly and puts his coat around your shoulders.