Can I get Shinsou with his s/o on a rainy day?
As if it couldn’t have gotten any more annoying, Shinsou’s newly soaked hair stuck to his forehead, his legs feeling heavier after each step he took aside you. It was supposed to be a pleasant day, one where he’d take you to your favorite bookstore, sitting next to you while he watched you read in blissful silence. He lived for days like those, the familiar smell of the store, the serene quietude, and how he wasn’t expected to keep up conversation while you were immersed in an interesting novel. Not that he didn’t adore talking with you, he just preferred the mutual calm of these particular dates, and how much he could get you to blush just by catching your attention.
A gentle tug of his sleeve brought him back to wet reality, turning his head to see what was wrong. The first detail he noticed was that you weren’t wearing a jacket, like he had specifically told you to do over the phone. He couldn’t stay irked for long, not after you looked at him with those soft eyes, the ones he had fell for so long ago.
“Shinsou..?” Your voice was quiet, causing him to halt in his steps. He didn’t expect you to stop him, not while he was walking you home after, in his opinion, a failed date. He waited expectantly for you to say something else, the rain making both his and your hair worse, along with your thin sweater. By now you had to be cold, if he looked closely he could have sworn he saw you shiver. Damn this weather, it wouldn’t have been such an issue if he had an umbrella. Without giving it much thought, he started to shrug off his hoodie, taking it off quickly before handing it to you.
As he waited for you to take the piece of clothing, he sighed, already coming up with a date for the both of you to go on to make up for this one. It was faint but he heard it nonetheless, soft giggling coming from his usually silent girlfriend. You still took his hoodie, putting it on gratefully before taking Shinsou’s hand and starting to walk again.
His legs moved on autopilot, his mind trying to wrap around what just happened, raindrops seeping into his previously dry shirt. He should have worn a jacket, too.
“What’s so funny?” He finally found it in himself to talk, increasing his pace so that he was walking alongside you again, his hand gently squeezing yours. Hand-holding wasn’t that common of an occurrence between the two of you, but when it did happen, he was more than happy for it. Despite the weather having ruined his date, a smile crept onto his face, content that you didn’t seem to be as irritated about it as he was.
“The rain isn’t so bad, we can watch a movie at my place. If that’s okay.” Your suggestion didn’t sound bad at all to him, he even stopped again in his steps, this time to catch your attention.
“Yes! That’s more than okay, it sounds nice.” He slightly cringed from responding so quickly, and saying a bit more than he needed to. A simple ‘yes’ would have sufficed, and it wasn’t that disliked the rain. A few more giggles from you and he returned back to normal, except for some mild blushing, and the occasional shiver. His shirt was now thoroughly drenched, but he no longer cared, his focus was on seeing your beautiful smile. That’s what he lived for, those smiles, giggles, that sweet voice, but more than any of that... you.
His answer to your suggestion seemed to be satisfactory, your attention being pulled off him back to the direction of your house. Your hand wasn’t nearly as big as his, but he loved how small in comparison you were, although he’d die from embarrassment if he admitted that out loud. He didn’t know why he got so flustered by the simplest things, his heart should have exploded by now with how crazy it got when you were around.
Trying to get over himself, he leaned in while you weren’t looking, stealing a kiss upon your cheek as quickly as possible before looking away as if nothing had happened. It felt odd kissing you while your cheek was wet, but it got his stomach flipping nevertheless. He was going to act normally once he calmed down, until he felt something on his arm, his head spinning to see you leaning against him. Not wanting to scare you off by jumping, he willed himself to be as still as possible while walking, not taking his eyes off the top of your head. One of these days he was going to get over this inability to keep his cool around you, but for now all he had to do was survive the rest of the day, and possibly sneak a few more kisses on the cheek.
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