The rain settled in like it belonged there.

Soft. Persistent. The kind that didn’t demand attention, but slowly claimed everything anyway. By the time the fog crept low across the Third Division fields, the world had already dulled into shades of grey and silver—edges softened, distance swallowed whole.

It suited him.

Gin stood where the grass grew thickest, where the paths faded into nothing and even the barracks behind him had disappeared into pale obscurity. Sleeves damp, hair clinging faintly to his face, he looked as though he’d been there for some time.

He hadn’t.

He’d only arrived a moment before you did.

He felt you first.

Not through sight—the fog took care of that—but through something quieter. A familiar presence threading its way through the rain, careful without being cautious, deliberate without looking like it. If he hadn’t known better, he might’ve mistaken it for coincidence.

But he did know better.

The corner of his mouth curved.

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I don't have much to say🤔 relationship isn't established, you're his lieutenant though.