WHEN IT RAINS

𝟬𝟭﹕lost & found

when it rains, y/n always hopes she's prepared. but today? she's not.

she stares out the window, watching as the rain pounds against the pavement in thick, unrelenting sheets. the kind of rain that soaks you the moment you step outside, no matter how fast you run.

her bag is packed, her shoes are tied, but there's one problem—her umbrella isn't where it should be.

"of course," she mutters, raking a hand through her hair. she swore she'd seen it this morning, propped up by the door. now it's just... gone, like it disappeared into thin air.

the thought of waiting out the storm crosses her mind, but she knows better. the buses are unreliable when it pours, and if she doesn't leave now, she'll be stuck here for hours.

which is how she finds herself standing in front of the lost and found.

the small blue bin sits by the teacher's lounge, forgotten and slightly dusty. jackets, water bottles, and mismatched gloves peek out from the top. and at the bottom, tucked beneath the clutter, she spots what she needs: a plain black umbrella.

y/n hesitates for a moment. it's not hers, obviously, but it's not like anyone's using it either.

no name means no owner, she thinks, reaching down and pulling it free.

the handle feels a little sticky, probably from sitting in the bin for too long, but it'll do.

"sorry," she mumbles under her breath, though she's not sure who she's apologizing to.

stepping outside, she pops the umbrella open and braces herself against the wind. the rain lashes against the fabric, and she sighs in relief as it keeps her mostly dry.

her heart settles as she joins the stream of students trudging through the downpour. it's just an umbrella, she tells herself. nobody's going to miss it.