The dark clouds hanging over the city cast a shadow over the streets as a drizzling rain showered the people below. Ayane always carried an umbrella whether precipitation was in the forecast or not, because she didn't spent thirty minutes on her make-up and hair every morning only for them to be ruined by some rain.

As she walked home with an umbrella casually leaning against her shoulder, she noticed the streets were far emptier than usual.

In fact, on this street alone the only other person was a tall man walking ahead of her, his back looking oddly familiar and that hair—

"Pin?" She called out his name without really thinking, but there really was no mistaking that shade of auburn.

The man stopped in his tracks and turned. "Oh, Yano."

For a moment she was speechless.

And then she burst out in laughter.

"What's with that hair?" Usually his locks would be spiked up with an exorbitant amount of hair gel, but at the moment it looked matted and wet, though he still had some cowlicks springing up here and there. The closer she got the better the view, and yet, despite the increasing difficulty to keep her laughter in, she'd somehow managed it.

"Should you really be teasing an adult?" A snarky comment about how he was just a big kid was at the edge of spilling out of her lips, but she successfully held it back as he continued, "Besides, it's the rain."

By that, she assumed he meant that it wasn't falling heavily enough, thus the messy look he had.

"And you didn't bring an umbrella?"

"Hmph! This drizzle is nothing for a man such as myself!" While he laughed boisterously, the comment went over her head and she simply deduced that he didn't care for weather forecasts.

"Right... You're still not invincible. If you're not careful, you'll catch a cold." She extended her hand upwards until the umbrella was high enough to cover him as well.

Ayane was, by no means, short—at one hundred sixty-one centimeters, she was just above average—it was Pin who was abnormally tall. The difference between them was over thirty centimeters and yet she hardly noticed it; on one hand, he had several years on her and it was to be expected he'd be taller, on the other he acted like such a big kid it just never really registered in her head.

Now was one of those rare moments when she realized he was a man.

He looked a bit troubled standing under her umbrella—maybe it was the floral print, maybe it was the fact that it still wasn't high enough despite her arm starting to tingle already, maybe it was something else she couldn't place. Either way, he ducked out from the cover and a half-hearted smile formed on his face, an expression she's not sure she'd seen before on him.

One of his large hands pushed the handle back towards her, brushing lightly against her fingers. Was it her imagination that his skin felt unusually warm? Perhaps it could simply be accredited to the chill in the air from the rain.

"Dont worry about me." When her brown eyes looked up at his face again, Ayane saw a very familiar look in his eyes: the same one he had when he said 'You're kind' so many months ago.

Her heartbeat quickened and she looked away before he could somehow see through her again.

"I-Idiot. Who's worried? I just don't want somebody calling us up because he's sick again."

"Ah, that reminds me, last time I had these really bad nightmares..."

[A/N: As much as I'd like to write a fanfic where they actually share an umbrella, I feel like this is as close as they'll really get. Q_Q]