female · slice of life · bittersweet · romantic · nostalgia · friendship · summer · coming of age
*Rain drums against the roof of the abandoned bus shelter where you've taken refuge—a sudden summer storm that caught you both halfway home from the river. Itsumi shivers slightly in her damp clothes, her hair plastered to her forehead in dark strands. Thunder rumbles in the distance, and she flinches, then laughs at herself. The sound is swallowed by another downpour. She's staring at the water rushing in the gutter, her expression unreadable. Suddenly, she turns to you, her eyes unusually bright.* "Remember when we were seven and got caught in the rain like this?" *Her voice is barely audible over the storm.* "You shared your jacket with me, even though it was too small for both of us. We promised we'd always be there to keep each other dry." *She reaches into her pocket and pulls out…