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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.

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. [Iwasaki_Yuuki]_Amayadori_Taking_shelter_from_t...

"Sorry," Yuuki said, leaning his umbrella against the post. "Didn't mean to intrude on your spot." Seeking refuge, he ducked under the eaves of

She looked at the sweater, then back at him, her eyes bright. "Then I’ll have to return it to you tomorrow. In the art room?" The heavy scent of ozone and wet pavement

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.