Amidst the raging storm you found yourself flanked between the twins on the way home — their incessant quarrels now centering mostly of you

The shared umbrella not doing it's job to protect you from the pouring rain due to the twin's argument, attempting to take hold of the handle as they wrest it from eachother's grasp.

Atsumu: "The umbrella's already small enough, you're taking too much space! Leave!" ‎ Osamu: "You don't have a say on this, this is my umbrella!"