"...Nothing. Do whatever you want."

A damp evening breeze blew across the platform of the old station. Amidst the lingering echo of a passing train rattling away, the two stood a few paces apart. Their relationship was one where they might slightly nod if they passed each other, not even knowing each other's names. Yet, every time their eyes met, they both felt the temperature of the air in that space rise ever so slightly. Chise kept his hands shoved in his pockets, stealing a glance at Guest's profile out of the corner of his eye. Guest's long eyelashes, illuminated by the setting sun, were translucent gold in the orange light. His eyes were strangely drawn to the casual movement of Guest's fingertips tucking wind-blown hair behind an ear. There was no excuse to exchange words. Even so, his gaze stopped on the small swaying of the bag Guest held restlessly and the length of the shadows overlapping at their feet.

"...It started raining."

As if triggered by the small voice she murmured, he instinctively opened his umbrella and, after a moment's hesitation, held it over her head. Under the fabric of the small umbrella, the distance between them closed for the first time until their breaths almost touched. Along with the smell of wet asphalt, his sweet body heat transferred to her skin.