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41. Kisses shared under an umbrella.
The sound of rain was, despite some of the memories associated with it, a rather soothing one for him. Takuma stared up at the cloudy sky, rain beginning to scatter in little dark spots over the concrete. Under the threshold of the hospital doors, he wasn’t likely to get very wet unless there was a breeze — though walking back to the apartment in this would be a bit uncomfortable. He hadn’t brought an umbrella. He stuck his hand out just out from underneath the arch and let the drops scatter over his palm. They were cool against his skin, droplets running through the lines of his palm to rest in a small puddle in the middle.
“Saiou!”
He looked up. Running down the lane to the clinic doors, umbrella held over his head like a black flower, was none other than Edo. Saiou blinked, lips parting.
“I thought you had work,” he said, as Edo huffed to a stop in front of him, the extra large umbrella swaying slightly.
“I saw the weather forecast changed,” Edo said. “And I knew you hadn’t brought your umbrella with you to your appointment.”
He gave Takuma a pointed glance, and he couldn’t help but smile, though with a bit of apology.
“I didn’t think it was going to rain. But you shouldn’t have called off of work just for that.”
Edo waved a hand dismissively.
“They can deal with it,” he said, and for just a moment, he pouted like a petulant child, like he was the constantly annoyed fifteen year old he’d once been so long ago. “You can’t walk home through the rain — you’ll get sick.”
“I’m not so much of an invalid as you think me.”
“And you’re not as healthy as you pretend you are. Now get under the umbrella and stop complaining.”
It was enough to make a smile break over Takuma’s lips, and he let out a breathy laugh.
“Thank you,” he said, ducking beneath the umbrella. “I’ll try to stop being ungrateful.”
“You’d better,” said Edo, smirking and raising his eyebrows.
The rain began to fall with a determined fury by the time they made it to the end of the lane. Edo laced an arm around Takuma’s, dragging him closer to him to keep him under the umbrella as much as possible.
“I’m not going to catch a chill from a few drops,” Takuma said with a soft laugh.
Edo didn’t respond except to tighten his arm a little bit more around Takuma’s, a protective sort of gesture that couldn’t help but make Takuma’s heart swell with affection.
A breeze gusted between them, spraying some of the rain up under the umbrella.
“Dammit,” Edo swore. “Let’s stop here for a minute, see if it lets up.”
He guided them under a bus stop, and the sound of the rain against the umbrella faded to the patter of the drops against the glass of the roof. Edo didn’t let the umbrella fall, though, keeping it over their heads as the remaining drops began to plop from the corners.
“You could always call your car,” Takuma pointed out.
Edo looked down at the ground. He said something that Takuma didn’t quite hear over the sound of the rain.
“What?”
When Takuma tilted his head down to try and get a glimpse of Edo’s face, he saw the pink dusting his cheeks.
“I said,” he said, blushing harder, “that I wanted to walk home with you.”
Oh. Takuma blushed slightly, too, though he smiled. He let his arm slid down Edo’s, where their hands pressed together before their fingers intertwined. Perhaps this was the real reason Edo had called out of work after all.
“It has been a while, hasn’t it?” he said.
Edo grumbled something, and this time, Takuma didn’t ask him to repeat it.
Edo tilted his head up towards Takuma, though, fingers tightening on his.
“I missed you,” he said, softly. “They don’t give me a lot of time off.”
“You’re doing your best,” Takuma said. “I’m only sorry I can’t be working as your manager anymore. We’d have more time together then.”
“Not the right kind of time.”
Edo was getting taller, Takuma realized. Tall enough that when Edo decided to lean forward, Takuma barely needed to lean down to meet his lips. His lips were warm, soft, gentle. Above them, the umbrella closed them in, sealing them off into their own little world.
“Takuma,” Edo whispered to his lips when they broke apart, and Takuma shivered as he always did when Edo called him by his first name. “I love you.”
Takuma responded by kissing him again, soft, gentle, and with all of the words he needed to say back.
“I love you, too.”
