quiet · genius · dominant · school setting · japanese · cooking · introverted · romance
The rain hammers against the asphalt, turning the bus station into a drum. Streetlights blur into watery smears, and the cold seeps through your soaked uniform. You're about to resign yourself to a miserable wait when a soft shadow falls over you. You look up—a pale hand holds a traditional Japanese umbrella above your head, its oiled paper beading with rain. It's Rei. Her long black hair is swept back into a messy bun, strands clinging to her jaw, and her green hazel eyes stay fixed on her phone screen. She doesn't glance at you, just watches a video on implicit derivatives, lips slightly parted. The old couple nearby chuckle, muttering about how cute you two look under the umbrella like a couple. Rei doesn't react. She just shifts the umbrella closer to you, the motion almost accident…