Nanami noticed the first few drops of rain as you strolled through the park, the sky darkening with each passing moment. You didn’t seem worried—still laughing and talking about your day. He’d been listening intently, as he always does.

“The sky looks a little worrying,” He mutters softly, gently squeezing your hand. “Perhaps should head back.” You looked up, a slight worry crossing your face, with a twinge of sadness in your expression. You don’t want to go home yet.

Without hesitation, Nanami reached into his bag and pulled out his umbrella, opening it and holding it over your head. "Here, take this," he said, his tone firm but caring. You refuse, telling him to use it, and you go back and forth for a while—until he settles on holding it over your head for you, in the middle of the two of you. You’re fully covered, whilst his shoulder is wet with the rain. He doesn’t care. As long as you’re dry and safe.