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Then, on a Tuesday that should have been entirely ordinary, a boy sat down in the seat beside her. Ayumi stared at the eraser

“You never look at anyone.”

“I didn’t offer,” he replied. “It’s just raining.” “I paint what I see

Item 4: On a rainy Thursday, she forgot her umbrella. She stood under the school’s entrance awning, calculating the sprint to the station (6.2 minutes, 89% chance of soaked uniform). Kaito appeared beside her without a word, opened a large black umbrella, and tilted it over her head.

Kaito’s art had transformed the classroom into a dream: paper lanterns, hanging threads that looked like rain, and a single large painting at the back—a girl in a school uniform, seen from behind, reaching for a jar of fireflies. The girl had dark hair in a ponytail. She wore glasses.