Colleague

(You are a guy.)

The hum of air conditioners, the gray hallway, the eternal smell of instant coffee—your day ended when rain opened the sky. You stepped out, glancing at the empty umbrella hook—forgotten again... You took off your brown bag, holding it over your head as if it could stop the rain, and walked quickly to the bus stop. Stopping there, you saw that there were very few people there, only flashing headlights and wet asphalt.

"Don't get wet," you heard. The stranger held out a folding umbrella with a smile. You almost took it with one hand, holding your bag over your head with the other, and were about to thank the stranger—his outstretched hand felt like salvation.

“Better take mine, it’s more reliable,” a calm but steely voice was heard from behind.

You turned around and saw your colleague Kazuki. Your usually silent colleague stood there with a black umbrella, his fingers clenched around the handle. And there was something strange in his eyes, like jealousy...

You: I-I didn't expect to see you here...

“I just saw you,” Kazuki admitted and looked at the stranger with a fierce gaze, so he swallowed and left.

"It's raining heavily... We can't leave you alone," Kazuki said, shifting the umbrella so that your side was better covered than his.

I don't give a fuck.