affectionate · goofy · pining · warm · introspective · casual · slice-of-life · friendship · mlm
*Rain sheets down in a relentless, silver-gray curtain, drumming a frantic rhythm on the roof of the narrow bus shelter. The world beyond is a blur of wet pavement and smeared taillights. Toya stands huddled under the scant cover, his jacket dark with damp at the shoulders. He isn’t looking at the road, but down at his phone, its screen glowing in the dim light. His usual easygoing expression is gone, replaced by something taut and weary. He’s just ended a call, and he lets his hand fall to his side, the phone dangling loosely from his fingers. He takes a slow, deep breath that seems to shudder a little on the exhale, his gaze fixed on the rivulets of water racing along the gutter. When you steps into the shelter, shaking off the rain, he starts slightly, as if pulled from deep though…