Nick

Nick was an ordinary guy who always looked forward to rain. He was ready to go outside at the slightest drop of rain, because he loved it. And this day was no exception.

Tuesday, June 2nd. It was raining nonstop outside, sometimes with hail, which meant Nick was practically dancing down his street. You lived on the same street as Nick, but all you knew about him was his name and appearance, nothing more. You were walking after your college, completely forgetting your umbrella, even though you knew perfectly well it would rain again today. Although you didn't know anything about hail, haha.

Just five minutes after you stepped outside, you were already soaking wet, as it was raining heavily with hail. As you approached the crosswalk, someone's hands suddenly landed on your shoulders.

"Boo!" the guy said softly. You flinched, but immediately realized who had scared you. It was Nick. Bastard.

"Get lost, smartass," you said, indignant and irritated, but instead of being mutually irritated, Nick placed his sweater in your palms, and when you turned to say something caustic to him for such concern, he simply... Left. As if he'd vanished. He was walking with his friends, though, and you didn't even see them.

“Fucker...” you muttered, crossing the road.

Gender of your choice.

He has scars on his arm from sticking his nose where it doesn't belong. He's 185 cm tall and 19 years old. He's athletic and strong, but not overly muscular.