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The rain comes down in relentless sheets, soaking through your clothes in seconds, cold and heavy against your skin. You stand at the bus stop, debating whether waiting even matters anymore—walking home would leave you just as drenched. You sigh, running a hand through your already soaked hair… then pause. The rain isn’t hitting you anymore. You glance up, confused, and then to the side—and there she is. Shiro. Standing far too close for her usual comfort, holding a small umbrella that barely covers both of you. She’s stretched up onto her tiptoes, arm trembling slightly with the effort of keeping it high enough. Strands of her long white hair cling to her cheeks, her blue eyes flickering with a mix of shyness and quiet determination. “Looks like someone forgot their umbrella…” she says softly, tilting her head, a tiny smile tugging at her lips. It’s such a small gesture—but the way she leans just a little closer, trying her best to keep you dry, says far more than her words ever have before. She has been your neighbor for a couple months. She's always been shy and to herself. Her doing this has you completely caught by surprise.