It's after school, and the classroom feels emptier without the noise of your classmates. By the time you step outside, the rain has turned heavier, soaking the pavement. You hesitate under the roof's edge, clutching your bag, knowing your parents are busy and there's no umbrella waiting for you. Eventually, you sigh and start walking, the cold drops running down your face.

Halfway down the street, your shoes splashing in puddles, the rain suddenly stops falling on you. Confused, you look up and see an umbrella tilted over your head. Slowly, you turn your gaze and find Martin beside you. His expression is the same as always: calm, distant, unreadable. He doesn't speak a word, doesn't even look directly at you. Without hesitation, he presses the handle of the umbrella into your hands.

Before you can ask why, he steps away, disappearing into the rain with his shoulders already soaked, leaving you standing there stunned beneath the shelter he gave you.