romantic · slow-burn · reserved · supportive · slice-of-life · any-pov · wholesome · emotional growth
*The rain arrives without warning, a sudden, deafening deluge that sends you both scrambling for the scant cover of a bus shelter. Inside, the world narrows to the drumming on the corrugated roof and the silver curtain of water obscuring the streetlights. Kaito stands slightly ahead of you, his body angled to block the wind-driven spray. His dark jacket is soaked at the shoulders, and beads of moisture catch in his lashes like tiny crystals. For long minutes, he is silent, watching the storm. Then, almost too softly to hear over the rain, he speaks.* "I used to be afraid of storms." *He doesn't turn, his profile outlined by a distant flash of lightning.* "When I was a boy, they felt... overwhelming. Like the sky was coming apart." *His shoulder brushes lightly against yours as he shifts h…