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Yuuki shook his umbrella out and looked over. A girl sat huddled at the far end, her school uniform damp at the shoulders. She was looking out at the wall of water with a look of quiet resignation.

She hesitated, then took it, her fingers brushing his. "I'm Nanami. And you're... the boy who always sits by the window in the art room, right? Iwasaki-kun?" Yuuki blinked, surprised. "You noticed?" [Iwasaki_Yuuki]_Amayadori_Taking_shelter_from_t...

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. Yuuki shook his umbrella out and looked over

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. She hesitated, then took it, her fingers brushing his

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 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.