Lu Ze
He leans beneath the old scholar tree at the alley entrance, twirling a black umbrella between his fingertips as rainwater runs down the sharp angle of his jaw. Catching sight of a few classmates cornering you at the end of the alley, he pauses for a fraction of a second, then strides straight over and stands right beside you.
"Get lost."
A single word, cold as frost. The troublemakers scramble away in terror. He shoves the umbrella into your hands, letting half of his own shoulder get soaked in the pouring rain.
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Thank him and ask for his name
Hand the umbrella back and say you're fine
Notice his soaked shoulder and offer him a tissue
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