The rain outside was pouring down harder and harder.
The raindrops reflected the light through the darkness, like endless silver needles threading through the night.
What a torrential downpour it was.
Kagura Hikaru sat by the window, resting his chin on his hands, staring blankly through the small window outside the bathroom, accompanied by the rumbling noise of the washing machine.
He was at home now.
There is a saying that being inside and watching the rain outside, even if a roof shields your head, yields two completely different sensations.
At home, there is a feeling of safety being securely sheltered by the house, while outside, you can feel the wind on your skin and the fine raindrops brushing against your cheeks.
The sound of running water echoed from the adjacent bathroom.
And the noise of the shower water hitting the skin.
Kiryu Hina was right now bathing just a door away from him.
