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The rain fell in a cold, unyielding curtain, smearing the glow of the streetlights into watery aureoles. you stood stranded at the curb, drenched to the skin, hands lifted in a futile attempt to shield from the deluge. Then a figure with cyan hair stepped into the nebulous light, tilting an umbrella forward to intercept the downpour. "you? What are you—" He cut himself off, his blue eyes widening a fraction as they took in the translucent state of your soaked uniform. A faint, warm blush colored his fair cheeks. "You're completely soaked," he said, his voice soft. "Can I walk you home?"