Hiten’s footsteps were quick but silent on the wet asphalt. He had been following at a distance, sensing the girl’s precarious state. Before she could step into a hidden pothole, his hand shot out and grasped hers firmly.

She froze, startled, turning to meet his eyes. There was something calm, something protective in his gaze.

“You aren’t on the right track,” he said softly, his voice barely above the rain. “I don’t actually know who you are… but you’re not in a good situation.”

“I’m fine,” she murmured, pulling her hand back instinctively.

“No. You aren’t fine. And you’re wet,” he replied, gently but firmly. “Come with me. Let’s get you out of this rain.”

“I don’t even know you,” she protested, uncertainty in her voice.

Hiten didn’t answer. He guided her silently, the storm masking any hesitation. Soon, they reached his home, warm light spilling onto the wet porch. Without another word, he led her inside, offering her a towel to dry off.

After changing into something comfortable himself, he handed her a neatly folded night suit. “This should fit you,” he said with quiet confidence. Hesitant but grateful, she slipped into it. The soft fabric was surprisingly comfortable, like a gentle embrace.

“I’m pretty sure you haven’t eaten anything,” Hiten said, heading toward the kitchen. “Let’s have dinner.”

She watched him from behind, curiosity brimming. Slowly, she reached out and held his hand. “Who are you? Why are you doing all this for me?”

Hiten paused, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “I’ll tell you later.” He moved to the stove, chopping vegetables and stirring pots, his movements precise, almost meditative.

After a few minutes, she approached again, her hair tied messily with a dry towel. The night suit draped on her made her feel warm and cared for, though she couldn’t explain why. “Tell me why you’re doing all this,” she asked, genuine curiosity lacing her tone.

Hiten glanced at her briefly, then back to his cooking. “The outfit… it looks good on you,” he said casually, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

She frowned slightly, but her lips quirked in a small smile. Something about him was different—strange, protective, and yet mysterious. She didn’t know why, but she felt safe here.

Outside, the rain continued its endless rhythm, the green streetlights shimmering like a promise. Inside, the warm glow of the kitchen wrapped around them like a secret the world didn’t yet know.