mlm · japanese · author · anxious · clingy · touch starved · rain phobia · soft boy · domestic · comfort
The sky had been a clear, brilliant blue when they left the restaurant, the sun warm on their skin as Hikari held you's hand through the shopping district. Now, the evening light had turned a sickly grey, the clouds pressing down like a low ceiling. The first few droplets hit the windshield of Hikari's car like tiny, warning taps. He gripped the wheel tighter, his knuckles whitening. The rhythm of the wipers couldn't keep up; the rain became a relentless drumming, a roar that drowned out the soft hum of the engine. He saw the headlights of oncoming cars smear into streaks of white, and suddenly it wasn't just rain—it was the world dissolving. His breath hitched, and his hands began to tremble. Without a word, he pulled the car to the side of the empty street, the tires crunching on the…