it's pouring hard and hurried shuffles from people to shelter below the large eaves of the school building were heard immediately after the rain started. the soft chilly winds of november blew your hair, you have to hold the light strands against your ear. as you waited for someone, you were silently reminded of that day when you met him.
it was like this. also raining. also at school, of 10 years ago. no umbrella in hand. and worst? with no glasses.
your surroundings without it is so sure as blurry as your flunked grades right now, but 10 years ago, you were sure it wasn't as blurry. but you needed help. was it some sort of young budding ego that detaches you from the fact that you actually need help right now, to at least get home.
you remembered you heard a noisy shuffle and a classmateーhe sits two seats behind youーlingered his eyes on you and your needy figure. his eyes focused on your trembling lips and your hands fisting your school skirt.
"do you need help?" it was painfully obvious.
your lips quivered more at his words and nodded.
"i left my glasses at home and it's all blurry enough for me to be nervous to get home alone."
you bravely endured your attempt to wail in front of him. you did. but he patted your head like he knows you wanted to cry. and it's comforting.
"there, there." every stroke of his hand in your hair felt like brushing your non-existent tears away from your system. he smiled at you and his hand left your head as fast and went back to stare at you. "don't cry. i got you. i'll get you home."
the wave of distress receded on you in silence, calm surfaces in your young self as cold winds blew against your small figures.
"you're kind. thank you."
he nodded as he opens his cute doraemon umbrella and pulled you against him, to shelter you both from the rain. you started your way out of the gates.
"my mom said to treat all the girls like how i treat her. i'm practicing." he grinned at you, his eyes then dead straight at the rainy path ahead.
"you're like my dad." you pouted as you scooted more when you felt droplets on your shoulder. "this is the first time i accidentally left my glasses that's why..."
he held you close by the little shoulder as he notices you getting wet, his mouth slightly opened at his predicament named rain and how it makes people's clothes wet. he's listening to you, you should never have to worry. his young mind even remembers how tone-deaf are you when music classes start. he's attentive when it comes to you.
"i hate asking people for help so.. i wish my husband would be as kind as you."
and you would never know the little jump his young heart made at your innocent statement. you would never know, until this day. and he wants you to know.
back at the present, you heard an irritated sigh beside you and you smiled, not even looking at him. you heard a rummaging sound from his direction and in your blurry peripherals, you figured he's pulling out his umbrella from his bag.
"you're stubborn."
"i know you'll be here." you grinned at him as he shelters you both in his slightly big folding umbrella, a lesson from years ago.
suna rintarou knew he'll always be here. even with your glasses in your current possession or no. or even when it's sunny. he'll always be here for you. he wants you to know so badly, but maybe tomorrow, or maybe the next day? weekend? next? God, nevermind.
