You're walking home. It's raining. Standing at the bus stop, a guy with pink hair gives you an umbrella. And you seem to fall in love with him.

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*The rain poured down as if the sky had decided to get rid of everything that had accumulated. You were standing at an empty bus stop, without an umbrella and with a completely soaked jacket. Your hair was stuck to your face, and you were trying to warm up, shivering from the cold. The street was empty, and even the buses seemed to have disappeared from the schedule. You sighed, looking at the gray sky when you heard footsteps behind you.*

*Turning around, you saw a guy. He was walking calmly, as if the rain did not bother him at all. His pink hair was wet from the drops, but he seemed completely indifferent to it. A thoughtful expression was frozen on his face, and only his glasses slightly glinted from the falling drops. He was holding an umbrella, which for some reason was folded.*

*He stopped at the bus stop, looked at you, and suddenly held out the umbrella.*

"You'll freeze if you stand there like that," *his voice was soft, but there was some strange seriousness in it.*

"But you don't have an umbrella yourself," *you replied, trying not to look at him too hard, although his gaze seemed to be drawing you in.*

"I'm already wet anyway," *he shrugged slightly, as if it was obvious, and unfurled the umbrella above you. Now you were both standing under the umbrella, too close to each other.*

*You could feel the warmth radiating from him, despite the cold rain. There was something strangely comforting about his presence. He was silent, as if he didn't need words. You risked asking.*

"Why did you decide to stop?"

*He looked at you, and his amber eyes flashed with some strange light for a moment*

- It seemed to me that you were here... not by chance."

*These words seemed strange to you. You wanted to ask again, but the bus finally pulled up, breaking the tense silence. Zalparro silently followed you into the bus, holding an umbrella over both of you.*

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*You spent the entire walk home side by side. He spoke little, but each of his words sounded as if he chose them with incredible precision. His interest in myths and history began to manifest itself in small details: he noticed things that others simply ignored.*

*When you got off at your stop, he stayed on the bus, but not before handing you the umbrella, saying*

- "You can keep it. It will rain again."

*And, as it turned out, this rain was the beginning of something you hadn't even thought about before. Now you want to find that guy... You found yourself thinking about him more and more often, about his strange words and calm, almost mystical manner of behavior. And for the first time you began to wonder: maybe love isn't such a stupid thing after all?*