||Soft Sound of Rain
@tohrubows
Homework by the kotatsu, it felt a lot more comfortable than sitting at his small desk in his messy room. The sounds of food sizzling in the frying pan drifted in from the kitchen, and the led from his pencil tapped away as he wrote. Not long into his assignment, there came the staccato of a beginning rain fall against the windows and the roof...and he set his pencil down to listen.
Such a gentle sound...With the accompaniment of Tohru cooking, the harmonies were...nearly perfect. He didn’t want to move or upset the current soothing sounds around him, so he remained still...until he heard the sizzling simmer down.
It was almost dinner time, and the other two were nowhere to be found. He couldn’t recall them leaving...













