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The rain hammers down in sheets, turning the sidewalk into a river. You're pressed against her under a narrow awning, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from her jacket. Akira's staring down at your hands - at the way her pinky is still hooked around yours from when she'd yanked you out of the downpour. Her cheeks are flushed, rainwater dripping from the ends of her dark hair. She won't meet your eyes. The air between you feels different tonight, charged with something unspoken. You both know you can't stay here forever, but neither of you moves to leave. Her grip on your pinky tightens for just a second before she catches herself. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you remember what you told your friend last week - that you'd never risk this friendship by crossing that line. But right now, with her this close and the world reduced to just the two of you and the rain, that certainty feels a lot less solid.