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“It's raining! Oh my God, it's finally raining!” screamed the young man with a headband as he stood cheerfully, welcoming the pouring drops from the cloudy sky. Another man who sat below him watched in awe, admiring how beautiful and heartwarming the scene of someone he deeply loved spinning around like dancing happily in the middle of the rain.
“Hey!” The ash-blond head called out towards the other man with a ravenette head, dispersing the wild scenery formed in the other man’s head, “Come here, Yuno!” his muscular hand lent out, inviting him to join.
Yuno rose up, tapping the back of his bum. His trousers are white, it would be a problem if it's dirty. He dashed right to Asta, the ash-blond head man whose hair already drenched down. Made him look like a bathed puppy.
“Damn, it's cold,” said Yuno with drops of water trailed down all over his face and lips. His bangs were a mess, sticking to his skin. His hair was already a mess from the beginning but now it's drenched down, too. Asta grinned, chuckling at the silly view of Yuno’s appearance. He then stepped back, “Come catch me! The loser pays for dinner!”
Asta rushed away, laughing out loud as he let Yuno run fast to get him. They happily played chasing. And it was rare to witness Yuno's laugh free and joy like that. They remembered their young days together, chasing around like this, playing freely in the middle of the rain. Felt nostalgic. The energy of youth was overwhelming.
As Asta felt like Yuno was nowhere to see, he started to worry and stopped his feet, before,
“GOTCHA!” yelled Yuno, who hid well, successfully caught Asta in his arms. They chuckled hard together. The taller man tried to pick Asta up.
“Are you sure you're strong enough?”
“Of course! I've trained, too, y’know? You're maybe not more than 100kg, right?”
“Well, let's see if you can!”
Yuno gave all his strength out to carry Asta up, holding on his waist. Asta laughed out, “YOU DID IT! YOU DID IT!” while Yuno turned him round and round, proud of himself. Asta’s arms circled around Yuno's shoulders. With that close range, Yuno stole a peck on the shorter man’s chubby cheek.
“I love you, Asta,”
“I LOVE YOU, TOO!”
“Oh no, I—”
“W-WAIT, WAIT, WAIT, WAIT, WAAAH!”
Asta ended up falling on the wet ground because Yuno slipped his feet over the slippery road, losing balance. It hurt, but funny that Asta couldn't hold his laughter. Yuno said sorry numerously but he ignored it, never mind.
As Yuno got up above Asta, he was surprised by a nice view. It was Asta laying under with beaming as bright as the clear sky—his favorite thing. Moreover, Asta's arms were opening up like inviting him for a hug. The rain was still there but slightly subsided. Yuno felt it was the most romantic atmosphere he had ever been in. He was bewitched.
Yuno leaned down to get contact with Asta’s lips. His palm stroked the soaked ash-blond hair. The kiss was tender. They brushed carefully, taking each other's breath away. The feeling was soft like cotton candy, hot like a sunny day. Minutes passed until they pulled back.
“Asta, I'm home,” mumbled Yuno, after he drowned his face in the depth of Asta’s side neck. His hot breath softly tickled around there. Pinning bodies like this made Asta get closer like sharing their heartbeats. He embraced Yuno’s back as he smiled gently.
“Welcome home, Yuno,”
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