Chapter Text
relationship; built on simple actions
“ahh...started raining out of nowhere,” sykkuno says to himself, wiping his bag with his sleeve as he stands beneath the veranda at the bus stop. his classes had ended a little later than he expected, just barely making it to the last bus passing by his apartments. sykkuno looks over, realising he isn’t alone. a man clad in all black, headphones in his ears, and an umbrella in hand stands beside him, looking straight ahead.
he’s the guy from my elective class.
he was tall, quiet, and kept to himself. sykkuno wasn’t sure he had heard him speak more than 3 words. “uh, hel... hello?” no response, keeping his head forward and his eyes concentrated on an imaginary focal point he couldn’t see. sykkuno is embarrassed, to say the least, clearing his throat and gently tapping the man’s shoulder. that seems to catch his attention, and he pulls his headphones out, looking over.
“h-hello,” he repeats, and the man simply nods his head. “um, are you taking the bus here?” he asks, forcing himself to make conversation.
he didn’t have a lot of friends in the area - his routine consisted of going to his classes, then coming home and eating frozen burritos while stalling doing homework, until it was late and he knew he had no choice. he really only knew rae, and usually they’d hang out with toast. but that was it.
“yes,” the man says, and sykkunos eyes widen slightly, surprised by the deepness of the stranger’s voice. He clears his throat, shifting on his feet a bit. “are... you going home?”
“yes.”
sykkuno nods again, grimly this time. a man of very few words, he thinks to himself, leaving me hanging there… a drop of water hitting his head knocks him out of his internal conversation with himself, and he looks up. the weight of the water was making the fabric in the cloth of the veranda start to sink, water dripping through and onto him.
oh no… it’s going to tear.
he didn’t have an umbrella, and he really didn’t want to get wet. subtly, he scoots a bit to the right, avoiding the water droplets. but each droplet that fell was replaced with 10 more as the rain continued to pitter-patter against the roof overhead. more water leaks through - it’s starting to bother me - and sykkuno scoots closer. he can feel the warmth radiating off of the man, and he’s almost distracted for a second, barely missing the fabric tearing as the water collected makes a loud noise when it hits the sidewalk below.
it all happened so fast, his eyes closing as he waits for the water to fall on him, drenching his clothes. but it never comes, and he suddenly feels much warmer than he did before. his eyes open, and he realises he’s pressed to the man’s chest. an umbrella is held over both of their heads, the man looking away with a flush on his cheeks. his hands are flat against his chest, firm and warm beneath the hoodie he had on.
sykkuno instantly pulls away when he comes to, his cheeks just as red as the others. oh jesus - this is - this is embarrassing, he must - he must really think i’m a weirdo now! ah... do i apologise? he might just say ‘yes’ anyways...
he doesn’t notice the way the man holds the umbrella over sykkuno more, the way his cheeks still flush as he internally yells at himself for being such a creep, the way his fingers twitch with the urge to brush the hair behind sykkuno’s ear.
maybe i should say sorry...
“um, look…” sykkuno turns to apologise as the bus pulls up, the doors opening, but the man walks in without a word to him. the doors close, the bus pulling away, and he’s standing there, his mouth half open and an apology stuck in his throat. his shirt is starting to soak through, his shoes and socks wet from the puddles he couldn’t avoid when walking.
what the… what’s up with him? he huffs, his cheeks warm and his hair dripping with water.
the man sits in the bus, looking out the window as he counts each street they passed by. he looks down at the umbrella in his hand, brows furrowing.
hm... i should’ve given him the umbrella.