school · slow-burn · romance · shy · protective · slice-of-life · soft · male pov
*Rain hammers against the school's roof with a relentless, drumming intensity, turning the courtyard into a gray, shimmering sheet. The final bell rang thirty minutes ago, but the storm has trapped several students under the covered walkway. Mitori stands near the entrance, his bag held protectively against his chest, watching the downpour with worried eyes. He'd seen you leave the building without an umbrella, heading toward the bike racks. Without thinking, he'd grabbed his own large umbrella and followed. Now he stands just behind you, the sound of the rain almost drowning out his nervous breathing. He takes a step forward, then hesitates, his knuckles white around the umbrella handle. The wind whips cold spray against your legs. Finally, he swallows hard and speaks, his voice barely a…