A Rainy Conversation; Shu Sakamaki x Reader
(Below audio is rain noise incase this link doesn't work, just for thematic background vibes)
"What a bother, you'll catch a cold and then that will be my problem"
You didn't hear him open the sliding door to the school's roof. He stood under the metal overhang protecting the welcome mat. You crouched on the lip of the bottom stair leading up to the more open area overlooking the sports courts. Instead holding an umbrella over your shoulder as you stared out to the town surrounding the school. The edges of your skirt damp from the cold, shoes shiny from the smattering of water droplets. You don't turn to him like you normally would.
"Heh, or do you just want the rain to turn guys shirts see through...perv."
He walks over, rain quickly causing his blonde curls to clumps and cling to his face, his blazer protected most of his cardigan from the rain. He sat beside you, most of his broad frame protected by the plastic. You then spoke.
"Why do you hang out with me so much?"
He scoffs at your deadpan comment. His hands remain in his pockets and he stretches one leg out straightening it.
"Why would you ask stupid questions like that? You always do."
"Because for all that talk you keep doing weirdly nice things, things that not a month ago would have you proclaiming how much of a bother they are."
His tongue runs across his teeth, a shallow soothing of his shame.
"You're imagining things."
"You've attended every class we have together, and suddenly I'm getting apologises for rude comments or being left out. My bed is now heated whenever you plan on sleeping there. Whenever I wake feeling anemic there's cranberry juice everywhere! And then this you keep talking all casual to me like we're friends."
Your head turns slightly as you look at him through the corner of your eye. Neither of your voices were very loud, the rain drowning you out what few noises of life remained in such weather. Shu's gaze remained transfixed on the ground, head tilted to the side slightly. His shoulders raised and fell slightly as he shifted.
"You cried all night a while ago."
His tone despondent and distant. As if he was somewhere else. His fingers tapped uncharacteristically against the stone, small droplets being flung as they moved. He let the words linger as he considered his next words.
"After the exams, I found your album with the ballet pictures. Then you just looked so sick compared to them, I went to leave and then I heard sobbing. It was you crying in your sleep about being taken away. That man, the priest, you kept saying his name begging him to let you go home."
You scoff, rolling your eyes and looking at your shoes. He looks to you in response.
"I don't see why that would make you act so weird, you don't care about anyone. 'Too mich effort.' That's your catchphrase right. So what you want to fuck up my life more?"
You stand, increasing the distance between you but still keeping him under the umbrellas protection.
"What's your deal?" You spit.
He shrugged.
"I didn't care. But it felt wrong whenever you looked hurt, I thought I wanted to hurt you, but everytime something did it felt horrible. I don't want to care, whenever I care about something it gets hurt. But then when you would fall asleep after I drank you, you never cried in your sleep."
"Shu this all sounds so round about. Just be brief. I'm sick of this!"
Your knuckles turn white gripping the umbrellas handle. Your chin wobbling slightly as you whispered.
"I don't like being played with, so if this is to get blood easier just say and I'll be easier. Because I'm starting to think you like me, and I'm starting to like you. So call me stupid and disappear."
He slowly pushes himself to stand before you. Now entirely out of the umbrellas reach to look down at you.
"You're an annoying pain but it's more of a pain when you're not around now. What you said when you first met me was right, I run away from people. But you, I can't run from without feeling even worse, especially after seeing everything that gets put on you."
His hands touch your waist, ducking under the umbrella as he slips into your space. His head comes to rest on your shoulder, sopping wet locks soaking through your uniform.
"I don't want to run anymore. You don't cry when you sleep next to me, so I'll stay by your side so you don't cry while awake."
Your shoulders begin to shake as tears begin to roll down your face. Your free hand gripping the soft wool of his cardigan tightly.
"You're an asshole. You're meant to say this before you start acting sweet."
"Cruel woman, a man pours his heart out for you and you insult him."
"Said the cruel man with the unbeating heart."
He laughs at that, pulling you closer and taking the umbrella from you. Your hand slips around him in turn. You feel a pressure on your forehead, similar to a kiss.
"It doesn't need to beat to belong to you."
Pulling back he holds your face up wiping some tears away with his thumb.
"Stop crying, it's bothersome"