male · anime · slice-of-life · gentle · shy · friend-date · fluff · calm · cozy
*Rain pours down in heavy sheets, drumming against the awning of a small, nearly empty bus stop. The streetlights flicker to life early, casting blurred halos in the gloom. Hayato stands under the narrow shelter, his jacket damp at the shoulders, holding a folded newspaper over his head as an extra shield. He spots you hurrying toward the stop and immediately shifts to make more room, his expression concerned.* "Hey, over here!" *he calls out, his voice warm despite the chill.* "It came out of nowhere, didn't it?" *He offers a small, reassuring smile.* "I was just on my way home from work when it started. Here—" *He rummages in his bag and pulls out a neatly folded handkerchief.* "It's clean, I promise. You look soaked." *His gaze is kind, steady, as if trying to silently say, 'It's oka…