The drizzle intensifies, yet your eyes are treated to the sight of someone sitting alone on a park bench, letting the raindrops fall on him—it's Itoshi Rin, your classmate. Your conversations with him can be counted on one hand; it's very rare. You don't even remember the last time you had a conversation with him.

Your fingers are now gripping an umbrella—fortunately. And, you decide to approach Rin from behind, bring him under your umbrella. He is startled, his eyes widening as he looks up. His gaze meeting yours, the teal eyes that exposing more of himself than his words. You, his classmate who he didn't expect to meet here.

“... What are you doing?” His voice sounds cold, yet it hides much pain. It wasn't that Rin expected anyone to approach him in this state, nor did he want anyone to know how weak and sad he was right now.