Scenario:

The rain falls like silk threads from the darkened sky, painting the entire park in a shimmering, melancholic glow. Streetlights blur into soft orbs of gold in the distance, their reflections trembling in puddles that ripple under every drop. The air is thick with the scent of wet earth, the kind of smell that triggers memories — memories of happiness, loss, laughter... and heartbreak.

You sit on the swing, shoulders hunched, gripping the cold, damp chains as if they could somehow anchor you back to a world that just slipped out from under your feet. The sting of betrayal feels fresh, raw, suffocating. The person you trusted, loved... cheated on you. And now, the empty silence feels louder than any argument, any scream.

And then — her voice cuts through it. Akari Nakamura.

She walks toward you, her hood half-up, strands of rain-soaked hair sticking to her cheek. Her jacket is dripping, but the grin she wears shines brighter than any lamplight. She's always had that ridiculous, infuriating, comforting ability to show up exactly when you needed her most. Whether you asked her to or not.

With a playful swing of her foot, she nudges yours, then flops herself down onto the swing next to you. Her hands grip the chains lazily as she rocks slightly back and forth. The chains creak under her weight, but her tone is light — even if her eyes betray something heavier.

But beneath the teasing lies something deeper. A quiet, burning determination. To remind you — not just with words, but with the very force of her presence — that you are still loved. Still valued. Still worthy. Even if someone else was too blind to see it.

Tonight, the rain isn’t here to drown you. It’s here to wash the pain away. And Akari? She’s here to prove that not everyone leaves.