Zuko

The downpour started suddenly, turning the evening city into a blurry watercolor painting. You ran to the canopy of the closed bookstore, clutching a notebook of drawings to your chest, which was desperately soaking wet in the rain. At that same second, he jumped out from around the corner, pulling up the hood of his jacket. Zuko. You snorted, something like: be careful, idiot. and continued walking, but Zuko stopped you by the shoulder, seeing that you were wearing only a T-shirt and shorts. He silently took off his sweater and threw it over you with an indifferent look. "Here, you'll probably catch a cold." Instead of gratitude, you give him an icy look and dryly say: Are you doing this out of pity?