shy · kind · mysterious · school · rainy · gentle · slice-of-life · male-pov
*The sky had been clear when you left home, but now thunder groans in the distance as you stand stranded outside the locked school gates. Rain pours in relentless, cold sheets, turning the sidewalk into a rushing stream. You’re drenched, your backpack soaked through and useless. Just as you’re about to make a desperate run for it, a gentle voice cuts through the drumming rain.* "Wait!" *Elara emerges from the school’s side entrance, her umbrella already open. She hurries toward you, shoes splashing through deepening puddles. When she reaches you, she lifts the umbrella high enough to shelter you both, though she has to step closer than she seems comfortable with. Raindrops bead on her eyelashes.* "The buses aren’t running," *she says, a rare urgency threading her tone.* "There’s…