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“Oh. It’s raining.”
Upon hearing Denki’s voice, you look up from your laptop and to the window, where he’s sat, looking outside. You see the droplets on the window, racing each other to get to the edge. A smile crosses your face and you close your computer, hopping off of your bed.
“Let’s go out, then,” you say, getting your shoes from the front of your room. When you turn back around, Denki’s got a look on his face that says what the hell.
“What? No. It’s raining.” He responds, and you nod eagerly, tying the laces on your shoes. “What are we gonna do out there?
“Run around,” you say, throwing Denki his own shoes. “It’s summer, it’s hot, and the rain is so cooling. Come on, it’ll be fun!”
You get the feeling that both of you know who’s won, but it’s confirmed when Denki sighs and moves to put on his shoes with a fond smile on his face. Everyone else seems to be busy with something else, because when you get to the common room, no one’s in sight. The rain’s falling harder now, hitting the roof loudly. You turn to Denki with a gleam in your eye as the two of you near the door, and he tries his best to match it.
The rain is cool on your skin.
It’s nice, and you can’t control the laugh that leaves your lips as you run out further into the rain. You feel it soaking through your clothes and turn around to wave Denki in, and he seems to have a minor battle with himself before he follows you, and you can see the drops of water on his clothes, wetting where they fall on his shoulders.
You’re running around, splashing in puddles and laughing at how Denki seems to short circuit every so often because of the rain. And then the idea hits you to do that lift from Dirty Dancing - there was a scene with rain, right? Yeah, totally.
“Denki!” you yell over the noise of the rain, and he runs a hand through his hair as he looks at you (and you have to actually remember how to talk, seeing him like that), yelling a “yeah” in response. “Dirty Dancing! The lift!”
His eyes scream that he knows exactly what you’re talking about, and if that wasn’t any confirmation, the excited “I-might-get-myself-killed” smile on his face is. You match it with your own as he jogs backwards a bit, enough for you to get enough of a running start.
You start running at him, both of you grinning ear to ear, and when he lifts you you feel like you’re on top of the world. Maybe it’s because you’re taller than usual, maybe it’s because Denki’s the one lifting you. When he lets you down the two of you are close, your arms over his shoulders and his still on your waist.
I love you I love you I -
You take the risk, leaning forward and pressing your lips to his. It’s strange, but it’s as magical as all those romance movies make it seem - the rain pattering around you, the feel of it dripping down your face, the warmth coming from Denki. You feel his shaky fingers at your waist, and when he touches you, you’re shocked. No, literally. You jump further into him with a slight “ah,” covered up by the rain.
By the time you pull away Denki’s lips are pink and yours are tingling. His hand comes up to push wet hair away from your face. “We should get inside,” he says, and his eyes aren’t leaving your lips. “I can’t touch you without shocking you.”
You swallow. “You plan on touching me more?”
Denki smiles, and the glint in his eye is unmistakable as he speaks. “I plan on touching you forever.”