Yuuki smiled, the dampness of the day forgotten. "I'll be by the window."
"I think the shelter is closing," Nanami said, standing up and handing back the cardigan. It was still warm from her. [Iwasaki_Yuuki]_Amayadori_Taking_shelter_from_t...
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. Yuuki smiled, the dampness of the day forgotten
As she walked away, splashing through the shallow puddles, Yuuki realized that "Amayadori"—taking shelter from the rain—wasn't just about staying dry. Sometimes, it was about finding the one person you were meant to wait with. Without thinking much of it, he reached into
The storm raged on, but the atmosphere inside the small shelter had shifted. They talked about things people usually don't discuss with strangers—the fear of the future, the way the town felt too small on Sundays, and the strange beauty of things that only happen once, like this specific storm.
"Sorry," Yuuki said, leaning his umbrella against the post. "Didn't mean to intrude on your spot."
"Keep it," Yuuki said quickly. "You’ll catch a cold on the walk home otherwise."