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Haru was used to water, more than used actually, he aimed for it, that was the reason he’d never run under rain, or hurry to cover himself. Haru’d welcome water however it came to him. But this wasn’t all about himself, he knew very well Rin had a very similar concept of water although he wasn’t that sure of how the red head would react towards rain.
Haru stopped, staring at Rin covered by raindrops, completely soaked right in front of his eyes, to be precise. He always liked water. And there was no doubt water suited Rin very well. Haru approached to his companion, without saying a word, he cupped his face with his hands totally merged in his own thoughts and not giving any reply to whatever Rin could think. His first thought was only giving a lick to the drops that were still on the redhead’s face, but once his eyes locked on the soft-looking mouth he had inches away, he made his move right there, so he could taste rain and Rin right at the same time.
By the next morning, Haru woke up with the birds. It was fresh, after the strong storm of last night the air was still damp and some air ran fast outside, up the stairs and inside his room. The light of his room was on, when the black out happened he forgot to turn them off and well, here was the result. At least this didn’t woke them up before it was time to really get out of bed.
HE stretched a bit and sat up, finding the space beside him empty and his door open, he could hear the sound of pans and cooking supplies that made him aware Rin was already downstairs cooking by himself. He rubbed his eyes and them crawled out of bed. He felt the air making him shiver and grabbed clothes from the floor to warm himself up. He took the only boxers he could find and it was obvious…those weren’t his.
Still feeling a bit cold, he got himself inside a hoodie before walking downstairs. “Rin?” He called as he crossed the dinning room’s door and looking to the kitchen’s doorway. He looked at the other’s back, then down to his hips as he got closer. He stood beside him and held him lazily with one arm around his waist, pulling the waistband of his underpants. “Those are mine” He whispered teasingly.
While Rin cooked, he hummed happily to himself. It had been a wonderful night, and he couldn’t have asked for anything better. He was honestly surprised at how much his hips didn’t hurt. The smell of food was filling the kitchen with a pleasant aroma, and soon the food was nearly done. Before he could finish, however, he heard his name being called. Glancing over his shoulder, he spotted Haru walking up to him. He was wearing a hoodie, and Rin smiled. Rin was only in his underwear, not caring about the cold so much. As he felt a hand around his waist, he lowered his arms and leaned into the touch. A glance down at his lower half revealed that they were indeed Haru’s boxers and not his own. “Oh. Whoops,” he chuckled. “Does that mean you’re wearing mine under there?” he teased. The food had finished cooking, so Rin reached up into the cabinet above his head to grab some plates to dish it up. It filled two plates perfectly. Gently wiggling free of Haru’s grasp, he moved to the table and sat down the dishes, grabbing some utensils as well. “Bon appetite.”
