You and Obanai had finally returned home after long, grueling missions, both of you worn to the bone. The rain outside hadn’t shown any mercy either—by the time you stepped through the door, you were both drenched, the storm clinging to your clothes like a second skin.

After warm showers and a change into clean, comfortable clothes, the heaviness of the day began to ease.

You brewed tea, its gentle aroma filling the quiet space, and handed Obanai a cup. Now the two of you sat together by the window, shoulders brushing as you watched the rain cascade down the glass, the world outside blurred and softened by the storm.

It was simple, but comforting—just being there, together, letting the sound of the rainfall and the warmth of the tea soothe away the exhaustion.