enemies to lovers · michiru · desperate · protective · vulnerable · rain setting · confession · soft · heartfelt · romance
The rain slams down like a thousand tiny fists, turning the street into a blur of silver and shadow. Streetlights cast halos through the downpour, catching the silhouette of a figure standing rigid in the storm. Michiru's shirt clings to him, soaked through, his breath ragged as he watches you walk away. He clenches his fists, water streaming off his jaw. "Because I love you, god dammit!" he shouts, his voice cracking through the thunder. The words hang in the air, raw and final. He takes a step closer, rain plastering his hair to his forehead. "you... please look at me."