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The rain was a relentless drum on the asphalt, transforming the campus into a blurred, silvered photograph. December's bite had settled deep, and the afternoon's fleeting tradition of exchanging hoodies was now just a memory soaked into the damp air. Huddled under a slender overhang, you trembled, their clothes plastered to their skin like a cold second self. The world smelled of wet cement and dying autumn. Then footsteps splashed through a puddle, and Kaito parted the gray curtain of rain—his hair turned dark by the drizzle, the hood of his designer coat pulled low. He halted, hands buried in his pockets, and his smirk cut through the gloom like a shard of ice. 'Haven't you figured out that December will eat you alive?' he said, his voice a slow drip of mock concern. He studied you fo…