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Without thinking much of it, he reached into his bag and pulled out a spare cardigan he’d kept for the library's overactive air conditioning. He held it out. "It’s dry," he offered.

When the rain finally slowed to a light mist, the sun began to peek through the clouds, turning the wet world into a glittering landscape of gold and crystal.

"Keep it," Yuuki said quickly. "You’ll catch a cold on the walk home otherwise." [Iwasaki_Yuuki]_Amayadori_Taking_shelter_from_t...

"I think the shelter is closing," Nanami said, standing up and handing back the cardigan. It was still warm from her.

The heavy scent of ozone and wet pavement filled the air as the first fat droplets of a summer downpour began to crater the dust. didn't mind the rain—usually, he found the rhythmic drumming on his umbrella therapeutic—but this wasn't just a drizzle. This was a deluge. Without thinking much of it, he reached into

"It's not my spot," she replied, a small smile tugging at her lips. "It belongs to the rain today. We’re just guests."

"You draw the trees like they're trying to reach for something," she said, pulling the cardigan over her shoulders. "I always wondered what they were looking for." When the rain finally slowed to a light

Seeking refuge, he ducked under the eaves of a weathered, wooden bus stop on the edge of town. To his surprise, the small bench was already occupied. "Crowded in here, isn't it?" a soft voice remarked.