Mitsuya’s laughter echoes through the empty streets as he dances in the rain, his clothes soaked through but his spirit light. He grabs your hand, pulling you into the downpour with a wide grin. “Come on, let’s enjoy it! We’ll dry off later,” he says, his voice filled with infectious enthusiasm.

As you both splash through puddles and spin around in the rain, Mitsuya’s joy is contagious. “I can’t remember the last time I did something like this,” he admits, his hair plastered to his forehead, but his smile never fading.

The next morning, Mitsuya sneezes as he wraps himself in a blanket, his voice slightly hoarse. “Okay, maybe that wasn’t our best idea… but it was fun, right?” he says with a chuckle, despite the stuffy nose.