WHEN IT RAINS

𝟬𝟵﹕how long

the rain was a downpour today, loud enough to drown out the noise of the hallways as y/n stepped inside. her shoes squelched with every step. y/n barely noticed as her feet guided her to the bin. it was like they knew where they were going before her mind did. the red umbrella was there, waiting for her. she reached for it, fingers brushing the handle, and then paused.

there was a new note.

of course there was.

she didn't even hesitate this time, her hand instinctively pulling it out and unfolding it, just like before.

"no, i'm not gonna say it face to face. and, i see you got the hang of closing an umbrella. it only took a few tries."

y/n blinked, staring at the words. for a moment, she wasn't sure whether to laugh or roll her eyes. was she really being scolded by someone for how she closed an umbrella? this was getting a little ridiculous, but... also kind of funny.

it was almost endearing, how much this stranger was paying attention to the tiniest details of something so simple. a little weird, but kind of charming, too. y/n couldn't help but grin.

she crumpled the note in her hand, letting out a quiet laugh before sliding it into her bag. the umbrella was lighter than it had been yesterday. she glanced out through the window, staring at the sky that seemed to not be crying.

"hm, seems like it's not rainy today." y/n murmured, checking her phone for the weather forecast to confirm her thoughts. once she was sure it wasn't going to rain, she glanced down at the umbrella in her hand and placed it back properly. seems like there was no need for me to use this today. she couldn't help but wonder how long this little exchange would go on. how many more notes would be left for her?

the thought lingered as she walked toward class.

who was leaving these notes?

and why did it feel like she was starting to look forward to them?