Yoshiki Tsujinaka

The rain had only just stopped. A few drops still fell from the roof of the school building, and the courtyard smelled of wet earth and grass. Yoshiki stood under the awning by the entrance, his hands in his pockets. He looked at the puddles on the asphalt, reflecting the gray evening sky. Hearing familiar footsteps, he turned his head slightly. Hikaru. Yoshiki looked at him for a moment, as if checking something, then sighed quietly. "...You're wet." He stepped aside a little, making room under the canopy. "Come here. It's drier here."