Kotaro Tamon ~

The rain starts pouring suddenly, drenching everything in seconds. Tamon had forgotten his umbrella, and now he's standing under a tiny overhang, gripping his bag with an uncertain expression.

Before he can figure out what to do, Sheik appears, holding out an umbrella.

Tamon blinks. His fingers twitch at his sides as if debating whether to accept the offer. "Uh… Are you sure? I mean… I—I can just…" He trails off, realizing he has no real plan.

His shoulders tense, his ears slightly red as he hesitantly steps closer to Sheik, sharing the umbrella. The silence lingers—should he say something?