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It’s raining, again. The plinking of large water droplets against the window drew your attention before you saw them.
Luckily, this time you came prepared. Dipping into your school bag, you yank out an oversized rainproof mackintosh and being fumbling with the zip. It’s an odd piece of clothing really, dull green with two zips up the front and several large pockets either side. It's not the most flattering item to wear. You grandmother had so kindly bought it as a practical gift- that you’d grow into-, and it was a lot better than getting wet. Your fingers struggle with the zip as you haul the too-long sleeves over your arms and advance towards the school doors.
Gradually, you become aware of a large shadow looming over you as you tug again at the zipper. “Need a little help?” a voice asks. Turning around, you come face to face with the upper class man Yamamoto Takeshi, a lopsided smile on his face.
“Um, I think I’m okay . . .” you say, trying to cover for yourself as you realise the first zip has become stuck in the lining of the jacket and won’t budge. “Actually, would you mind holding my bag for a second?” You ask, shyly handing over you bag to the senior as you take off your mackintosh and inspect the source of the problem. A moment of silence two passes with no luck and you realise he’s still looking at you with a soft friendly smile on his face.
“Shouldn’t you be at practice or something?” You query as you try tugging the zip in the opposite direction, attempting to make conversation so as not to appear rude to the kind upperclassman who's stopped to help.
Yamamoto nods, giving a positive hum. “Yeah, but . . .” He grins and rubs the back of his neck.
“But?” You follow up, tugging harder on the zip harder and holding back a creative swear.
“I forgot if we were practising on the pitch or doing training in the gym.” Yamamoto says, glancing at the rain splattered windows that line the foyer. “If it wasn’t raining I’d go and check, but their opposite ends of the school.” He shrugs and gives you that warm trademark look that could makes your knee week. “My dad told me to take an umbrella this morning too.” He jokes.
“That must suck.” You reply. For a moment you look at the tall, dark haired boy in front of you. You’d never really spoken to him before, but oh the stories you’d heard. Shaking your head, you yank the zipper with all you’re might. It doesn’t budge. Frustration takes over and you yank the zipper repeatedly hoping for just an inch of wiggle room. Without warning the zip gives way and your elbow flies into Yamamotos side.
“Crap! Sorry, sorry!” You drop the mackintosh and grimace. “Are you okay?”
Yamamoto’s wincing, but after a moment he manages a nod and laughs. “Wow, you’re really strong!”
A slow small blush creeps over your cheeks and you can feel it warm your face. “T-thanks.” You mumble, letting your eyes look at anything but him. “You could borrow my mac, if you want?” you offer
“Huh?” he replies
“You can’t go outside like that, you’ll catch a cold. And you need to get to practice.” You turn and pick up your mackintosh. “Think of it as an apology.”
“But won’t you get wet?” he replies, in a gently concerned tone.
You find the courage to make eye contact with him and smile. “The rain should be off soon, I don’t mind waiting.”
“Thank you!” he laughs, slipping on the mackintosh. “It fits!”
“I’m glad” You say, giving him a smile and only grows bigger when you see the one on his face. Something about his presence just made you feel content. The way his lips parted when he smiled, or the little tuft of hair that sticks up at the very front of his head, the way he awkwardly rubs the back of his neck. You sigh internally, he was kind of dreamy.
You snap back to reality when you feel a warm breath on your cheek. Yamamotos face close to yours, he whispers your name softly as he leans in and places a single kiss on your cheek. “Thank you.”
And with that he walks out into the rain. A huge smile spreads across your face. He’d kissed you, Yamamoto Takeshi had kissed you right on the cheek! You replay the moment in your head and pause, wondering how on earth he knew your name.