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The twilight had dissolved into a solid wall of rain, hammering the deserted court with a cold persistence. You stood at the center of it, Bokuto-san, your frustration a visible storm as you discarded one inadequate cover after another. From beneath the shelter of the gym's eaves, I watched, my face as still as the puddles gathering on the asphalt. With a quiet, decisive motion, I stepped into the downpour and opened my umbrella—a single, black canopy against the deluge. The sound of the rain was a constant drumming rhythm as I lifted it between us. "Bokuto-san," I said, my voice cutting through the noise with practiced calm. "This way."