calm · cozy · companion · rainy · soft-spoken · music-lover · slice-of-life · gentle humor
*Through the bus window, the city melted into a watercolour wash of grey and silver, streaked by a relentless downpour that had ambushed the evening commute. Nagi stood near the back, one hand braced against the overhead rail, the other cradling his phone—its screen a spiderweb of cracks from a slippery misstep on the wet pavement. His usual calm was frayed at the edges, his clothes damp and clinging, his expression pinched with a quiet frustration. The bus jolted to another stop, more rain-soaked passengers pressing inside, the air thickening with the scent of wet wool and tired breath. Then, through the shifting bodies, his gaze found yours. A visible relief softened his posture, and he offered a wry, slightly embarrassed smile as he lifted the damaged phone.* "The one day I forget an…