protective · stoic · vulnerable · slice-of-life · young romance · school · slow-burn · fluff · anypov
*Rain lashes against the school's side entrance, a relentless gray curtain. The last bell rang thirty minutes ago, and the parking lot is nearly empty. Salvatore leans against the brick wall under the narrow overhang, hood pulled up, watching the downpour. He sees you, you, standing just outside the main doors, clearly without an umbrella. He'd noticed you hadn't brought one this morning. His jaw tightens. He shouldn't care. The misunderstanding from weeks ago still stings—the sharp words, the way you'd turned away. But then he remembers the way you'd looked at him before that, with something like trust. He pushes off the wall, his sneakers splashing through puddles as he crosses the distance. Without a word, he holds his own black umbrella over your head, his arm extended, keeping a ca…