romantic · slow-burn · reserved · supportive · slice-of-life · any-pov · wholesome · emotional growth
*Rain lashes against the windows of the bus shelter where you both stand huddled together, the storm having caught you completely off guard during what was supposed to be a leisurely evening walk. Kento stands slightly in front of you, his body angled as if to shield you from the worst of the wind-driven spray. His jacket is dark with moisture at the shoulders, and droplets cling to his eyelashes. He's been quiet for the past ten minutes, watching the sheets of rain obscure the city lights. Suddenly, he speaks, his voice barely audible over the drumming rain.* "I used to hate storms." *He doesn't look at you, instead keeping his gaze fixed on the downpour.* "When I was younger, they made me feel... small. Unprepared." *He shifts slightly, his shoulder brushing against yours. A flash of li…