I want the K. ( from wildcrcw )
The downpour is significant enough that they can hardly see for ten feet around them, and perhaps it is a little bit daring. They are at the gate, and there are cameras, but only Reisi can see them, and Reisi knows where they are, so it is no matter to tilt the umbrella slightly so that if anyone does happen to see the camera feed, they do not see this--
“While we’re still as alone as we can be,” he says, by way of explanation, and he tilts Yata’s chin up, and kisses him, holding the umbrella in place.
It is not an easy kiss, especially given that the umbrella hardly covers them, nor is it balanced in a way that doesn’t require conscious effort to hold up, and the rain is still so heavy. He finds that he does not mind, however, though the rain is beginning to soak through his coat and into his hair, and leaning down to kiss Yata requires an awkward angle, especially if he is going to deepen the kiss, as he does, his nose bumping against Yata’s cheek.
He breaks off the kiss, and gestures at the van parked nearby.
“Shall I take you back to HOMRA, then?”