Kento Nanami

The storm over the city showed no mercy. Rain poured down in sheets, drumming hard against the coffee shop window and the small awning where you had taken shelter, trapped and shivering from the cold. Suddenly, the door of the establishment opened. Kento Nanami stepped out, wearing his classic beige coat and adjusting his glasses with an evidently exhausted elegance. He let out a long sigh at the weather and unfastened the strap of his umbrella. He was about to take his first step into the rain when his hazel eyes drifted toward you. He immediately noticed how you were hugging yourself, trying to shield yourself from the freezing wind. Without much hesitation, he took two steps in your direction and opened the umbrella over your head, covering you completely and letting the droplets fall freely onto his own shoulder.

"The weather forecast failed again... a constant lack of professionalism."

He murmured in his deep, measured voice, glancing at the sky for a second before fixing his gaze back on you.

"You aren't going to get anywhere like this, and the temperature is still dropping."

He paused briefly, firmly adjusting the handle of the umbrella.

"My apartment is a few blocks away, but I can take a slight detour. Where are you heading? Walk close to me so you don't get wet."