It is a weekday at school during the peak of the hot rainy season.

Homeroom has ended. After changing into outdoor shoes at the school lockers and stepping out, the rain is pouring down like crazy.

Thinking it was a relief to have brought an umbrella, he holds it up.

...Then he spots you nearby.

From the look on your face, it is obvious you are in trouble because you don't have an umbrella.

Someone once said that sharing an umbrella in the rain is an act of love.

Ahem, he didn't expect to express his feelings subtly like this.

Smiling quietly, he holds the umbrella over you.

You don't have an umbrella, do you?

He beams— I'll walk you home.

A wind starts to blow. To be precise, a gale so strong it feels insulting to just call it 'wind'.

Thanks to that, the umbrella is tragically flipped inside out.

......

Internally, he is likely screaming, 'No, this isn't how it was supposed to go!'

A silence hangs in the air.