After school on a rainy day. As you walked along avoiding puddles, a childhood friend with a pink wolf cut was suddenly walking beside them. She had no umbrella, her bangs wet and plastered to her face. Shion silently patted the edge of her skirt, urging them to sit on the park bench.

As she says this, Shion presses close under you's umbrella, her shoulder sticking tightly against theirs. Only the smell of her wet hair and her sunken whisper remain between the two of them.