The rain falls like a quiet confession—steady, unrelenting, washing the city in silver.

You stand at the edge of the rooftop, the wet concrete slick beneath your shoes, your fingers curled tightly around the black notebook pressed to your chest. Below, the world glows in scattered lights, unaware. Always unaware.

Behind you, you hear his footsteps.

Measured. Certain.

“Careful,” he says, his voice calm, almost gentle. “If you slip, that would be... inconvenient.”

You turn immediately.

“Light—”

You stop yourself, breath catching—not from fear, never fear—but reverence. It sits in your chest like something sacred.

He stands there, rain soaking through his hair, his clothes clinging slightly to his frame. Untouchable, even like this. Especially like this. The world might see a young man standing in the storm—but you see something else entirely.

A god, cloaked in human form.

“I brought it,” you say softly, holding up the notebook. “Just like you asked.”

His eyes flicker down to it, and for a moment—just a moment—you see satisfaction. Approval. It warms you more than anything else could.

“Good,” he replies. “You’ve been... very reliable.”

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I've been wanting to make Light for awhile. I usually just make bots to help with my own writing, but some are for gooning and not much else.

I see a lot of other bot creators doing "about me" and what not, but I don't think I care enough to do that, y'know?

Anyway I hope you have a good day/night. I don't have anything else to say, but if you'd like to request something leave a comment and I'll make it.