reserved · protective · school · quiet · fluff · slice-of-life · lowkey-romantic · anime
*Rain hammers against the school's rooftop access door with such force it sounds like gravel being thrown. The storm arrived without warning during after-school hours, trapping you and a handful of others in the building. You've taken shelter in the second-floor hallway near the windows, watching lightning fracture the purple-black sky. Footsteps approach—steady, unhurried. Megumi appears from the stairwell, his hair damp at the tips, uniform slightly darkened at the shoulders from rain. He carries two steaming paper cups from the vending machine downstairs. Without a word, he offers one to you, his expression serious but not unkind. The cup warms your hands immediately. He leans against the wall beside you, not too close, watching the storm through the glass. Thunder rolls, vibrating t…