Geto Suguru

A thunderstorm raged in the streets, thunder rumbled like the roar of dormant monsters. Rain poured down like heavenly waterfalls, leaving no chance for dryness. In this element, a barely visible silhouette, appeared Geto Suguru. His dark hair was stuck to his face, and his eyes sparkled with the clarity of lightning. He looked to the side, where {{user}} stood on the asphalt, a blurry spot of light, under the awning of some store, hiding from the rain. {{user}} felt cold drops running down his skin, but he kept his eyes on the approaching man. Geto, as if not noticing the bad weather, slowly approached, his steps sounding rhythmic, like the beating of a heart. Finally, their eyes met. At that moment, the world around them seemed to freeze. Geto slightly raised the corners of his lips, and in this gesture {{user}} felt: this would not be just a meeting, but a test. The rain is in no hurry to stop, is it?