Hello! Welcome to scenario hell! May I request some Hanamiya angst with a female s/o and a fluff ending??? good luck with your blog ♥️
((Thank you so much, senpai!! I’m so excited to be here! I’m sorry this sucks tho ;_; ))
Summer rain on your skin.
You used to adore the feeling. Whenever you and Makoto fought, you would step out into the rain and feel the wetness on your skin, how each cool drop seemed to soothe your aching heart and heated temper. It hid the tears sliding down your cheeks from the world. You loved him, you truly did. He was never a kind man, nor a gentle one, but you loved him all the same. His little hints of affection were endearing, and once in a blue moon, he would be loving and gentle, something you savored with all your might. You loved it. You loved him. But his harsh words and constant berating were too much, even for a thick-skinned girl like you. He never let you finish, and he always went too far. You would run outside to cry and then return, bottling it up until the next fight forced everything out of you like cold steel hands at your throat. But you couldn’t go on for much longer like this. Tears wouldn’t even form at your eyes. You could only stand and stare blankly at the muddy Earth, letting yourself get soaked by the rain. You don’t move at all, not even when you hear the sound of wet footsteps behind you.
“Oi, you’re gonna get sick. Get inside.” You make no move to obey the order, causing your boyfriend to scowl in anger. “Did you hear m-”
“Shut up.” The sound of your harsh voice silences him. Were you really that mad? The scowl only deepens.
“Walk away, Makoto. Go inside that house and it’ll be the last time you see me.” This stops him in his tracks. Was she…leaving him?
“You can’t be serious.” You turn around to face him in anger, stomping your foot, ignoring the mud that splashed everywhere.
“Try me. Hanamiya. I can’t take this, anymore! I hate fighting with you! Not when I love you so much that I keep crawling back to your dumb ass!” You go to turn around again, but a hand grabs your wrist and pulls you toward him. “Let go!” He pulls you into his chest and wraps his arms around you, one hand resting in your (h/c) hair and the other securely around your waist. The dark haired boy presses his face into your shoulder. “Hanamiya!”
“Don’t call me by that name…” He sounds…sad? No, a better word is frustrated. “Call me Makoto. In that annoying, adorable voice, don’t distance yourself from me.” The only sound after those words was the soft, constant pitter-patter of that accursed summer rain you hated so much because of him. You’ve never heard his voice like this before.
“Shut up, fool…” He places a kiss on your cheek to combat his harsh words, stroking your hair with the gentlest of touches. A smile spreads across your lips, and your eyes slide shut as your hands come up to return the embrace. The both of you stay like that for several minutes, enjoying every second even if it would result in you getting sick.
“Who’s the fool..?” Nuzzles him back, smiling.
Summer rain on your skin, and the unspoken forgiveness that only the deepest of loves could possibly hear.
