“…What are you doing?”

It was raining, and she–Mahiru s.h.i.+na was seated on the park’s swing when Amane Fujimiya first spoke to her .

Amane had just begun living alone soon after starting his first year of high school . Living in the apartment to his right was an angel .

Of course, angel was a metaphor . Nevertheless, Mahiru s.h.i.+na was so pretty and cute, that the metaphor was not truly a joke .

Her flax-colored straight hair was well maintained, smooth and glossy, her clear white skin smooth and unblemished . She had a nice nose, a pair of large eyes beneath her long eyebrows, fine looking bright pink lips, and combining all these traits, she had a doll-like delicate beauty .

She was in Amane’s school, in the same year, and he often heard of what others said of her . Most said she was a girl of brains and brawn .

In fact, she had maintained first place in every exam they took, always acing during gym cla.s.ses . Amane knew few details about her as they were in different cla.s.ses, but if the rumors were true, she was a perfect superhuman .

She had no obvious flaws, had a nice face, outstanding grades, and was humble and obedient . It was no wonder she was popular .

Some boys would be utterly envious at the prospect of living next to such a pretty girl .

Despite that, Amane did not intend to do anything to her, and did not think he could do it .

Of course, he too felt the girl Mahiru s.h.i.+na was truly charming .

They were simply neighbors however . Amane never had the chance to talk to her, and never intended to get involved with her .

If he did, he might garner the envy of the boys . Truth be told, if they could get along just by living next to each other, the boys infatuated with her would not have to suffer so .

And to add on, charm from the opposite gender was not the same as love . As far as Amane was concerned, Mahiru was a pretty girl most suited to be marveled from afar .

For that reason, Amane never had any expectation to get involved with her, let alone a sweet and sour relations.h.i.+p, and he was merely living next to her, never actually interacting with her .

So when he saw her s.p.a.cing out alone without an umbrella in the middle of the rain, “What is she doing?” He wondered, giving a doubtful look at her .

The rain was so heavy, everyone else had already ran home, yet here she was alone at the park between the school and the apartment, on the swing .

(What’s she doing in the rain?)

Dark, thick clouds covered the skies, and there was no light s.h.i.+ning through, making the surroundings dim . The rain had lasted since morning, causing his visibility to be blurred . But the eye-catching flax-colored hair and uniform clearly identified Mahiru .

Amane did not understand why she was there without an umbrella, letting the rain soak her .

It appeared she was waiting for no one, and she was not resisting the fact that she was wet, merely staring listlessly in a certain direction .

Looking up, the face already lacking in color pigments looked pale .

If she was not careful, she could have caught a cold . Despite that, Mahiru sat there quietly .

She had no intention to return home, so it seemed she wanted to do so . Perhaps no bystander should voice their concern to her .

So he thought as he prepared to cross the park–but at the last moment, he saw her contorted teary-looking face, and scratched his head .

He had no motive to get involved with her at all .

But his conscience would be aching badly if he let someone be with such a pained look . That was all that mattered .

“…What are you doing?”

Amane spoke to her with an aloof voice, showing that he had no other intent . She shook her long hair, seemingly bogged down by the absorbed water, and looked towards him .

Her face remained pretty as usual .

Even though she was drenched by the rain, her glow remained undamped . The rain showcased her face like an ornament . A fine girl soaked in the rain, it seemed .

She looked towards him, her eyes widened .

At the very least, it seemed Mahiru knew Amane was her neighbor . They would meet occasionally in the morning after all .

But as she was being spoken to, approached by a person completely unrelated to her before, her caramel-colored eyes were a little wary .

“Fujimiysan . Is there anything you want from me?”

Ah, so she remembered my name, so he thought . At the same time, he could tell this wariness was impossible to relax .

They did meet before, but they were still strangers after all . It would be expected that she would be on guard after being spoken to .

She probably did not wish to interact much with someone of the opposite gender . Typically, there were boys of various years confessing to her, or approaching her, and she probably thought they had impure motives .

“Nothing much . Just that I’m concerned seeing you alone in the rain like this . ”

“I see . Thank you for your concern, but I do wish to remain here . Please leave me be . ”

The voice was neither shrill nor wary, and while gentle, her faint voice clearly showing her intent not to have anyone probe further .

(Well, guess that’s that . )

Clearly she was hiding something, and Amane had no intention to probe further into her insistent refusal for others to get involved .

Amane merely asked in the spur of the moment . Asking for the reason was merely a natural development, not that he was that concerned .

If she simply wanted to remain, he was fine with that .

Mahiru in turn might have been wondering, why would he be talking to her, or feeling something like that .

She stared at Amane skeptically with her fleeting, pretty face, “I see . ” so Amane answered .

If they continued talking, he would be hated, so perhaps it was time for him to retreat .

Luckily for him, whether she had a good impression of him or not, they did not have any relations.h.i.+p . Amane heartily made the decision to return home and leave her be .

However, he did not feel good about leaving a girl alone, soaked in the rain .

“You’ll catch a cold . Take the umbrella . You don’t have to return . ”

So at the very end, Amane was a busybody .

If she caught a cold, Amane could not sleep well . With such a thought, he handed the umbrella covering his head to her .

She received the umbrella, or rather, he shoved it to her . Before she could speak, he turned away .

He hastily left, and behind him, Mahiru called out .

But the voice was so soft, it was overwhelmed by the rain . He paid no mind, and quickly darted through the park .

He merely hoped that she would not catch a cold, and shoved the umbrella to her . Because of that, the guilt of wanting to ignore he was mitigated a little .

Since she refused to talk, Amane did not intend to get involved with her .

Since there was nothing going on between them, they would bid farewell .

That was what Amane thought back then as he hurried back home .

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