✧･ﾟ: floofvember d20! :･ﾟ✧
Character: Ochaco Uraraka
note: I don’t really know why, but Ochaco was the only person I could think of for this prompt. Our adorable little gravity girl~~ enjoy umbrellas with Ochaco!
The clouds were crying, and you were running to school getting hit by their tears. Your umbrella was nowhere to be found, and having ten minutes to spare you had no choice but to run all the way there under the rain. You did like the rain, but you hated it when it made the day gloomy and humid, and your socks got wet. Raindrops plop-plopped onto your clothes as you splashed through a puddle.
You arrived just as the bell rang - wet and shivering, but at least on time. Raindrops clung to your eyelashes and seeped into everywhere of your backpack, but you were alive! And there started another day.
You passed notes with Denki in class and stared hopelessly at your crush as always. She was just so... perfect. No doubt even the rain would stop for her. You glanced out the window, sighing. It sure wouldn't stop for you, though.
There was yelling and laughing in the background, and students were jumping in puddles and running out together in the rain. You held out a hand to test if you could make it. Nope, you would surely lose this battle.
"(L/N)-san!" A peppy voice carried over from behind you, whose owner you happened to know. You held onto the straps of your bag for dear life lest your legs begin to fail you.
"Yes, Uraraka-san?" You tried to compose yourself, heat no doubt peppering your cheeks. She stopped and frowned.
"I told you, just call me Ochaco!" She grinned, clapping her hands together. You nodded fervently at her smiling face.
"Then, call - call me (F/N)," you said slowly, smiling just enough to be seen. She seemed to cheer up more than this, her eyes sparkling.
"(F/N)," she tested out, "I like it!" Now you were really blushing.
"Ochaco," you whispered to yourself happily, and Ochaco tilted her head.
"What was that?" She asked, confused. Before you could reply, she snapped her fingers and smiled.
"Oh yeah, I nearly forgot! I called you because you didn't seem to have an umbrella," she explained. Your eyes widened, and you nodded. Ochaco held out a long flower-printed umbrella, and scratched the nape of her neck sheepishly.
"We can share!" She blurted nervously, her rosy cheeks a little redder than usual, laughing in surprise when it shot open. “Oops, I mean, if you want to?” you stood there processing her words, and the fact that she was talking to you. Sharing an umbrella with your crush made you a little dizzy.
“Ah, if you don’t want to -” you shook your head feverishly.
“I do! Um, I don’t have an umbrella anyways,” you muttered, a little embarrassed that you had exclaimed that you had wanted to so loudly. Ochaco grinned, and held out a hand, gripping the umbrella in the other. You took her hand uncertainly, and when she pulled you closer your heart skipped thrice and gave a little twirl.
