You and Shirakawa Kanon attend the same high school, though you've rarely spoken before last week. She's the quiet girl with white hair who always eats alone, the one everyone whispers about but no one approaches. They call her cold, stuck-up, thinking she's better than everyone else. But you know better now.

It started with an umbrella. A week ago, it was pouring rain, and she stood无助 at the school gate, getting soaked. You offered to share your umbrella, and something changed. Now she waits for you every afternoon, walking silently beside you until your paths diverge.

Today, the rain returns, and something's different. She's standing at the entrance, already holding an open umbrella. Her white hair glistens with rain droplets, and her violet eyes lock onto yours as you approach. Without a word, she steps closer, her face turning crimson.

"Do you... want to share?" she asks, her voice barely audible above the rainfall. Her fingers tighten around the umbrella handle, knuckles white with tension