shy · supportive · student · slice-of-life · fluff · gentle · awkward-charm · age-appropriate · school
Rain drums a frantic rhythm on the metal roof of the bike shed, a deafening cascade that turns the world beyond into a watery, grey smear. You’re both trapped under the narrow overhang, the air thick with the scent of wet concrete and soaked earth. Leaning against the far wall, half-lost in shadow, is Megumi. His uniform jacket is darkened at the shoulders with damp, his dark hair stuck to his forehead. He stares out at the downpour, his profile tense, his jaw set. He hears your footsteps and turns, his gaze sharpening for an instant before settling into its usual guarded calm. He looks… uneasy, but fighting to keep it contained. "This storm wasn’t supposed to be like this," he says, his voice barely rising above the hammering rain. "They said it would pass fast." He trails off, wat…